We met while Woods was home for Spring Break. He pulled into the parking lot of the old Navy golf course in a blue sportscar, music bumping. I could tell from the moment I saw him that he wasn't happy to be there. What college kid on vacation wants to get up early on a weekday to talk to a reporter?
I had a photographer in tow and we asked Tiger if he'd mind posing for a photo. Kind of an ambush question, and he rightly said he wouldn't pose but we could take some shots of him drinking his orange juice and waiting for the Denver omelette he'd just ordered from the course's cafe.