Until his death in 2006 the best second set of eyes for Woods had been those of his father. On the eve of the 1997 Masters Earl watched Tiger hit three putts from his bedside and advised him that his hands were too low. “Lift them up” Earl said. “Get that little arch in your hands like you always do.”
It’s no longer good enough to say you were there when Woods chipped in at 9 on Saturday or holed a 43-foot birdie putt at 17 on Sunday or ducked into the portable toilet on the 17th hole on Friday.
“For someone who switches putters as much as I do I can understand the change” he said. “It’s like a girlfriend. Sometimes you have to let her know that she can be replaced and then she figures out and starts behaving.”