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A note from Twitter on his cell phone that read “Pray for Tiger Woods.” Soon after, horrific images of the severely crashed car appeared in the stream.
I was probably not the only one who initially feared for Tiger Wood’s life last night.
It had been just over a year since the sports world, especially the American one, similarly came to a halt when Kobe Bryant tragically died with his daughter in a helicopter crash in Los Angeles.
Yet just hours after Tuesday night’s crash, the liberating information came that Woods’ injuries were not life-threatening.
Deep exhalation.
Just two days ago, I sat down and discussed with my colleagues if there was any hope that Tiger Woods would perform at The Masters in April. His participation in the telecast of the final round of the Genesis Invitational on Sunday instilled anything but hope.
Between the lines of Tiger Woods’ response to Jim Nantz’s questions, a recently operated 45-year-old back appeared in severe pain and clearly limited mobility. Admittedly, he joked about how he spread his putter for an unassuming little workout on the green at home in the garden. But he hardly felt close to being ready for the competition in just over a month.
Early Wednesday morning, it became clear that this was an extensive operation on both Tiger Wood’s legs, then cleared up as the right leg and especially the ankle, which was performed at Harbor-UCLA Medical Center.
Although I, probably like many staunch Tiger fans, speculated about possible comeback times on Monday, the ideas are quite different now.
Perhaps his outstanding professional career ended on a steep corner in Los Angeles.
Right now it feels completely insignificant.
I am thinking in particular of his son Charlie Axel and his daughter Sam Alexis. How terrible it must have been yesterday for them, before the news reached them that their father had not suffered fatal injuries.
The last time we saw Tiger Woods swing was in the company of his eleven-year-old son Charlie at the televised PNC Championship charity competition in late December last year. Charlie loved a whole world of golf. Tiger Woods seemed genuinely happy, proud, and amused.
Like all dads would be in that situation.
Right now, I think the biggest win for Tiger Woods would be if he could bounce back enough to go out there and play an evening round with Charlie again, show him how to hit a low, tight four-iron with a weak draw. Or visit some large pages with your daughter Sam, who plays soccer.
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Oskar Åsgård
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