Hotel Murah di Pangandaran - Tiger Woods was in the third fairway, on the right side with the hole cut on the same side on the green maybe 75 yards away. The angle wasn’t favourable, but Woods made a soft swing, all arms and grace, and the ball spun out five or six feet from the hole. Applause followed the shot, and Woods was quick to acknowledge Augusta National’s patrons.
had said he would try to be new and improved on the course, and he had been that way during practice rounds in advance of yesterday’s first round of the Masters. But would he carry his approach over to the tournament?
He did. Woods made some mistakes on the course, which you would expect of somebody who hadn’t played a tournament in nearly five months. But he made no mistakes as far as the thousands of people following him felt. They gave Woods warm if not super-exuberant receptions as he shot four-under-par 68, two shots behind leader Fred Couples.
“It was unbelievable all day,” Wood said of how the spectators received him, from the practice range to the first tee throughout the round. “It helped me keep my spirits up when I was missing some putts.”
Woods returned the warmth. He engaged his followers more than he would normally do at this stage of a tournament. He walked down the fairway and looked at people welcoming him. That was new; Woods usually looks straight ahead.
His more inviting style had started at the first tee. Woods’s opening shot was only a couple of yards ahead of those his playing partners K.J. Choi and Matt Kuchar hit, but you’d have thought by the reaction that he was 40 yards by them. Woods was back in tournament mode, and that’s all that appeared to matter.
How was Woods’s game? Was he rusty, as Jack Nicklaus implied would be natural after so many months away from tournament golf? His play betrayed rust on a number of shots, but he recovered well from most of his errors while he also got some breaks when the trees spit his shots out of trees on the 10th and 11th holes.
As for some of his errors, they were both subtle and obvious. Woods hit a hybrid club right over the flag on the par-three, 240-yard third hole, but his shot carried the green. Woods had effectively short- sided himself because the hole was cut at the back of the green. But he hit a deft pitch shot and saved par.
Later, he hooked his tee shot into the pine cones on the ninth hole.
But he whipped a shrimp of a hook that started 30 yards right of the green and curved back to it. He sidestepped and skipped quickly out to the fairway to follow the flight of the ball. The ball finished on the green. Woods smiled back at the smiling, happy woodsmen and women who were traipsing along with him.
Woods holed the putt for birdie, to finish the front nine with 33, three-under-par. He’d turned what trust there was into gold much of the way, but he couldn’t get away with mistakes every time. He missed the green from the fairway at the 10th hole and made a bogey when his pitch from short of the putting surface went well by the hole. He misplayed his second shot to the 14th and, in a flash of the Tiger of not so long ago—and there was nothing wrong with that—he dropped his club behind him in anger.
Woods had to be heartened by how people were reacting to him, even if they did seem subdued from time to time. There wasn’t any heckling and there weren’t any untoward incidents. Oh, one loud fellow around the fourth tree was removed from the grounds for making a noisy spectacle of himself when Woods was in the area. But that was about it on the grounds.
Up in the air, though, some idiot flying a plane did try to create another sort of spectacle. Woods was on the left side of the first green, practising his stroke, when the plane came into view with a banner trailing behind.
“Tiger, did you mean bootyism?” the trailer read in obvious reference to Woods’s recent comments that he was returning to Buddhism, his mother’s faith. Later, what must have been the same plane flew over as Woods approached the seventh green. This time the message was, “Sex addict? Yeah, right, sure, me too.”
Woods never glanced at the plane on either occasion. He was looking only at the shots he wanted to play, his target, and, on most every hole, at people wishing him well. He was greeted as warmly when approaching the final green as he was a ridiculously slow five hours and 37 minutes later after he started his round.
Woods had five or six feet left for a closing birdie, but he hit it with too much pace. Still, he’d shot 68, the best of his 15 opening rounds at the Masters.
His return has to be judged successful.. He eagled the par-five 8th and 13th holes. Woods, a four-time Masters champion, had never made two eagles in one round here. He shot 68 and he scored with the spectators. It was a good start, a very good start, to the first day of the rest of his golfing life.
had said he would try to be new and improved on the course, and he had been that way during practice rounds in advance of yesterday’s first round of the Masters. But would he carry his approach over to the tournament?
He did. Woods made some mistakes on the course, which you would expect of somebody who hadn’t played a tournament in nearly five months. But he made no mistakes as far as the thousands of people following him felt. They gave Woods warm if not super-exuberant receptions as he shot four-under-par 68, two shots behind leader Fred Couples.
“It was unbelievable all day,” Wood said of how the spectators received him, from the practice range to the first tee throughout the round. “It helped me keep my spirits up when I was missing some putts.”
Woods returned the warmth. He engaged his followers more than he would normally do at this stage of a tournament. He walked down the fairway and looked at people welcoming him. That was new; Woods usually looks straight ahead.
His more inviting style had started at the first tee. Woods’s opening shot was only a couple of yards ahead of those his playing partners K.J. Choi and Matt Kuchar hit, but you’d have thought by the reaction that he was 40 yards by them. Woods was back in tournament mode, and that’s all that appeared to matter.
How was Woods’s game? Was he rusty, as Jack Nicklaus implied would be natural after so many months away from tournament golf? His play betrayed rust on a number of shots, but he recovered well from most of his errors while he also got some breaks when the trees spit his shots out of trees on the 10th and 11th holes.
As for some of his errors, they were both subtle and obvious. Woods hit a hybrid club right over the flag on the par-three, 240-yard third hole, but his shot carried the green. Woods had effectively short- sided himself because the hole was cut at the back of the green. But he hit a deft pitch shot and saved par.
Later, he hooked his tee shot into the pine cones on the ninth hole.
But he whipped a shrimp of a hook that started 30 yards right of the green and curved back to it. He sidestepped and skipped quickly out to the fairway to follow the flight of the ball. The ball finished on the green. Woods smiled back at the smiling, happy woodsmen and women who were traipsing along with him.
Woods holed the putt for birdie, to finish the front nine with 33, three-under-par. He’d turned what trust there was into gold much of the way, but he couldn’t get away with mistakes every time. He missed the green from the fairway at the 10th hole and made a bogey when his pitch from short of the putting surface went well by the hole. He misplayed his second shot to the 14th and, in a flash of the Tiger of not so long ago—and there was nothing wrong with that—he dropped his club behind him in anger.
Woods had to be heartened by how people were reacting to him, even if they did seem subdued from time to time. There wasn’t any heckling and there weren’t any untoward incidents. Oh, one loud fellow around the fourth tree was removed from the grounds for making a noisy spectacle of himself when Woods was in the area. But that was about it on the grounds.
Up in the air, though, some idiot flying a plane did try to create another sort of spectacle. Woods was on the left side of the first green, practising his stroke, when the plane came into view with a banner trailing behind.
“Tiger, did you mean bootyism?” the trailer read in obvious reference to Woods’s recent comments that he was returning to Buddhism, his mother’s faith. Later, what must have been the same plane flew over as Woods approached the seventh green. This time the message was, “Sex addict? Yeah, right, sure, me too.”
Woods never glanced at the plane on either occasion. He was looking only at the shots he wanted to play, his target, and, on most every hole, at people wishing him well. He was greeted as warmly when approaching the final green as he was a ridiculously slow five hours and 37 minutes later after he started his round.
Woods had five or six feet left for a closing birdie, but he hit it with too much pace. Still, he’d shot 68, the best of his 15 opening rounds at the Masters.
His return has to be judged successful.. He eagled the par-five 8th and 13th holes. Woods, a four-time Masters champion, had never made two eagles in one round here. He shot 68 and he scored with the spectators. It was a good start, a very good start, to the first day of the rest of his golfing life.
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