If Tiger Woods slips on his effectively grass-stained jacket for a fifth time next Sunday, what happens next? Do we cheer wildly in utter jubilation, waving patriotic flags as Argentineans did when Angel Cabrera captured the 2009 Masters title? Or do we politely applaud with hesitation, keeping the game’s now publicly-flawed greatest player at the emotional distance he’s always preferred from us?
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