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http://www.golfdigest.com/golf-tours-news/2012-01/golf-tiger-woods-john-feinstein-book
This is from the first part of the article:
This is from the first part of the article:
No One Tells Tiger Woods What To Do
One thing I learned from a four-hour conversation: Tiger makes almost all his own calls--for good and bad
The first time I laid eyes on Tiger Woods was in March 1994 at Bay Hill for Arnold Palmer's tournament. I was standing on the range on Wednesday afternoon, talking to Peter Jacobsen, Davis Love III and Billy Andrade. Billy pointed down the range at a skinny kid hitting balls. "You know who that is?" he said.
"You should know," Billy continued. "That's Tiger Woods. He's the Next One."
I did know the name. A phenom from California. In fact, his father, Earl, was already on IMG's payroll as a "junior talent scout."
I hadn't paid that much attention. My focus was on the players who were on the tour at that moment, and I tended to be skeptical about Next Ones. I still remember Brent Musburger comparing Jeff Lebo to Jerry West when Lebo was a freshman basketball player at North Carolina. I had seen what being the Next One in tennis had done to Jennifer Capriati, and I remember reading a Rick Reilly piece in Sports Illustrated years earlier on how Love and Fred Couples were the Next Ones in golf.
"I thought you and Fred were the Next Ones," I said to Love.
"Not like this kid," Love said.
I shrugged, still skeptical. A few minutes later, I walked off the range. As luck would have it, Woods was walking a few steps in front of me. As he headed, I presumed, to the first tee to play a few holes, a small cadre of maybe 15 to 20 kids standing behind the ropes pushed pieces of paper in his direction for autographs. Woods put his head down, looked in neither direction and walked past them without slowing.
Most players will stop as they leave the range on practice days. Walking to the first tee for an actual round is different. In that situation most guys will say, "After the round," or "Gotta go to work." But this was a practice day, and before Woods had become such a big star that stopping to sign autographs could turn into an all-day affair.
Watching him put his head down and keep on going, I distinctly remember thinking, Just who the hell does that kid think he is?
Of course the answer, as it turned out, was simple: He thought he was Tiger Woods.