Burning bright

And to add the rest of the quote: Tiger, Tiger ...

Because I'm watching the Masters late yesterday afternoon, and there is Tiger Woods Rand McNallying a 30-footer for birdie.

And there he is again, Rand McNallying another road trip for birdie.

And, yeah, he missed a couple shorties that could have dropped his second-round 68 to a 66 (or maybe even a 65), and, yeah, it's always the putter that wins this deal in that green flower-bedecked garden, and maybe that means Tiger won't have the putter going for four rounds of golf the way he used to.

I don't care. I also don't care that the leaderboard is top-heavy with people who have won multiple majors and have been or are world No. 1s, and that the Blob has been saying for years that Tiger Woods would never win another major.

He still might not win this one. The odds are far greater against than for.

But the Blob now finds itself in the astonishing position of thinking that maybe ... just maybe ... this might be the weekend he turns back the clock for good and all in this remarkable resurgence or resurrection or whatever you want to call it.

I think if he keeps the putter going, he wins this thing. I know, crazy, right?

Here's why I think he's in this to the end: Because it's Saturday morning and he's just a stroke adrift of the lead.

Cue the Music of Foreshadowing.

Here's the thing, see: In the 11 years since Tiger last won a major, it's almost always been the first two days that killed him. He's almost always -- almost always -- turned it up a notch on the weekends.  But the first two days have almost always left him too far back for it to matter.

But now?

Now he's through the first two rounds at 6-under. And if the pattern follows, he's going to play his best golf today and Sunday.

And if he does ...

If he does, he's going to be right there with all those big shooters. And if he is, I'm pickin' him.

"But, Mr. Blob, that goes against everything you've been saying for six years now," you're saying.

I know. Crazy, right?