Tiger sighting

 Tiger Woods played 18 holes at Augusta the other day with his son Charlie and his best bud Justin Thomas, and what does this mean, America?

I have no idea. And neither does anyone else.

That's because this is Tiger Woods, whose reputation for keeping his private thoughts hermetically sealed is well-known. So I guess if it means he's planning on playing in the Masters next week, we'll just have to wait and see if he shows up.

Speculation being the irresistible human drive that it is, the Blob has some guesses.

My best one is Tiger does show up next week, and he plays the first round, and beyond that it's a lottery. He is, after all, 46 years old, and and it's an old 46. Besides the knee issues and the back issues and all the other issues, there's the small matter of his right leg, which was so severely damaged two years ago in a car crash doctors initially contemplated amputation.

How much better is it now? Hard to say.

How much better will it ever be? Even harder to say.

So if you're betting he'll show up, make the cut and be around to don his usual Sunday red, you're probably not going to cash in. My guess iin s he plays the first round, and maybe the second, and then sees where he stands. But I can't see how the leg will hold up over four grueling rounds in four days in a major.

My guess is there's a WD in his immediate future.

Of course, it is Tiger Woods. Which means no one ever got rich writing his epitaph.

Every time we do, he reminds us, like the old man in "Monty Python and the Holy Grail," that he's not dead yet. And makes us all look like fools for thinking so.

And so we're right back to where we started with this.

What happens next?

No idea.