ORLANDO, Fla. – It all started here.
That’s the part that’s hard to shake if you live in Orlando, covered Tiger Woods in Orlando, watched Tiger Woods in Orlando, and, in many ways, watched Tiger Woods unravel in Orlando.
Before that fateful Thanksgiving night in 2009, Tiger wasn’t just the best golfer in the world; he was something more than that. He was pristine. Corporate-clean. Carefully constructed. He was the fist pump at Bay Hill, the Sunday red, the aura of invincibility. I remember watching incredulously when he buried a 25-foot putt at Bay Hill on the final hole to win his seventh Arnold Palmer Invitational. Tiger famously spiked his hat, and the crowd didn’t just cheer; it roared in that way Bay Hill roared for only one person…