Wherefore Art Thou, Tiger?

It's always fun to watch the Masters, but more so when Tiger is in contention. That doesn't seem to be the case this time. Of course, you can never rule him out, but it would take more than a small miracle for him to climb back into it. He's 8 or 9 strokes back. The 2 leaders and the guy right on their heels would pretty much have to begin convulsing and get carried off on stretchers. Then the entire field under them, down to Tiger, would have to make triple bogeys their comfort zones, while Tiger got chummy with the birdies. I'm not holding my breath. It's just not his tournament this year. You'd probably never know that if you were trying to follow him on the course today. He'll have the usual throng, twenty or thirty deep vying for a glimpse. Because win or lose, he's still Tiger.

Addendum: Okay, Tiger did make a run for it, but tripped and fell on hole #17. Dammit all to hell. I was pulling for him. And poor Kenny. After Tiger and Phil faded, I was sure he was going to win. He came so close, but it turned out to be Angel's day. Don't cry for me, Argentina!