AUGUSTA, Ga. -- In the skin-charring sun at Amen Corner, an American golfing crossroads filled with well-to-do patrons sitting on portable seats, an astonishing event took place when Tiger Woods walked from the 11th green to the 12th tee Friday. Men and women of all ages rose by the hundreds, as if on cue, and greeted him with a warm, crackling roar in the backwoods. Taken aback by the triumphant reception, Tiger smiled, waved and stared appreciatively at his new friends.The scene repeated itself several times in the second round of The Masters, such as near the tee at No. 3, where he stopped to shake hands with a 4-year-old girl perched on her father's shoulders. This was the fan-friendly Woods, the new approach that he vowed to follow in the wake of his sex scandal, and all I can do two days into his return to competitive golf is shake my head and look at these people like they need lobotomies.
What the hell are they thinking? Why is their giddiness so awkward and disproportionate to reality? And what exactly has he done to warrant such adoration -- playing careful golf, as he always does at this tournament, to stay within two strokes of British leaders Lee Westwood and Ian Poulter?




