Doug Mills/The New York Times
The most mesmerizing moment of Tiger Woods’s seismic 2019 Masters victory featured the intimidating stillness of a silent stare. Standing defiantly on the 12th green with arms folded across his chest during the final round, Woods glared pitilessly at his closest rivals.
Seconds earlier, Woods had shrewdly and conservatively traversed the tiny yet treacherous creek protecting the pivotal green, safely positioning his golf ball 30 feet from the hole. Rash and unwary, his playing partners, Francisco Molinari and Tony Finau, plunked their balls into the water. With an air of condescension, Woods walked alone up to the plateau green and, from the opposite side of the creek, looked down on Molinari and Finau as they dolefully dropped new golf balls — futile first steps in an unsuccessful rally.