Hack: I talked to Foley after Bay Hill, and he said, "Hey, Tiger is only halfway there to being comfortable with his swing." Tiger proved that at Augusta. I have to believe Tiger will get there eventually, but maybe he's gone through one too many swing changes in his life.
Anonymous Pro: I've been saying this for years—I'm not convinced that he's back until he can drive the ball in play. Bay Hill didn't convince me. And at Augusta, holy Toledo, I've never seen him so lost.
Van Sickle: The book shows Tiger as being a lot more fragile than we would've thought. He really is, in his own words, kind of a Ranger Rick. Maybe his success was based more on his fantastic technique than his mental toughness.
Anonymous Pro: I agree with what Butch Harmon said, that Tiger's nerves aren't as good. If his nerves were good, he'd still be putting as well. The game is a whole lot easier when you're making putts.
Hack: I was amazed how Haney said he sent Tiger notes about needing to practice more. Tiger was known as the guy who worked the hardest, and for a time he was.
Bamberger: To me, the most interesting thing in the book was when Tiger invited two friends from his sex-addiction therapy group in Mississippi to the Masters, then went over to the ropes to say hello. That was the most poignant thing I've ever heard of Tiger doing. It spoke volumes about Tiger's almost desperate need to connect with people, and—this is tea-leaf reading—he isn't a fully developed person in that way. He doesn't know how.
Van Sickle: I thought a telling quote was Tiger saying, "When I come back, I'm playing for myself, not for my mom or my dad or Stevie or the fans." What? He somehow thought he was playing for us? He never gave anything to the fans or media, not an ounce of respect or acknowledgment. It showed how isolated he is from reality.
Bamberger: Maybe he discovered that when you play for yourself, who cares, it's really not that great. It must be very lonely being Tiger Woods. Maybe it's like us writing. We write for an audience. I doubt if any of us go home and write private game stories for our own amusement.
Van Sickle: You're so wrong. "Under a blue-gray October sky, I resumed playing Angry Birds." Period, graf.