The booking photo stares back with the hollow eyes of a man who once owned the world. Tiger Woods, wearing a dark blue jail-issued shirt, looks through the camera lens not with defiance, but with the heavy-lidded, distant gaze of someone who has reached another bottom. His face is slack, unreadable, carrying the weight of a rollover crash and a career that keeps slipping through his fingers no matter how tightly he grips the club. But what he said next to the officer approaching him would make the entire situation… Continue reading…
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