Tiger Woods is dead. Well, not dead dead. Not dead-as-a-club-head dead. But the grandest idea of him, the idea of a man who can amaze on a golf course at any time, has died.
It might seem a little late to be writing Tiger’s professional obituary, seeing as how he hasn’t won a major since the 2008 U.S. Open. [Give Morrissey credit for acknowledging his lateness. — Lanny H]
Dan Jenkins, February 18, 2010 (five years earlier):
Tiger Woods is graveyard dead, as the Southern expression goes. Life as Tiger has known it is over.
Mr. Jenkins had the guts to say five years ago what the rest of the lot will only now, after seeing a post-back-surgery Woods falling apart, acknowledge.