I took a temporary detour on my drive to Bay Hill on Thursday for the first round of the Arnold Palmer Invitational.
Instead of taking a left down Apopka-Vineland, I stayed straight on Conroy-Windermere and went a mile up the road so I could drive by the gilded gates of Isleworth.
It always reminds me of nearly two decades ago when I first moved to Orlando and I’d drive by those iron gates and my two young daughters would giddily start yelling, “That’s where Tiger lives! That’s where Tiger lives! Daddy, can we go see Tiger? Can we?