Finished? The effin’ Jason Voorhees of golf? He’s gone through every kind of hell imaginable, he’s been written off too many times to count, and EVERY SINGLE TIME he’s made an absolute complete 100% recovery and becomes every bit as overwhelming and dominating and crushing.
It defies description. Andre Agassi declined. Evander Holyfield declined. Michelle Kwan declined. Hell, Michael Jordan declined to the point where he was just another pretty good shooting guard in his final season. Tiger has been on tour for about a decade, he’s had the weight of the world on his shoulders forever, he’s had back problems, a bum leg, coaching changes, caddy changes, hecklers, an annual Ryder Cup commitment, soul-crushing runner-ups to guys he should be able to slaughter blindfolded (he blew a major to Angel Cabrera, for crying out loud), etc. etc…and there hasn’t been the tiniest decline that you could detect without an electron microscope.
A dime-a-dozen sex scandal is the nail in the coffin? I’ll believe it when I see it.