On Monday afternoon, a goateed Tiger Woods faced more than 200 members of the media on his first conspicuous cleave to talk since the Thanksgiving shades of night mischance that blew the lid mad his dishonourable hidden life. (Photos: Position a slideshow of Tiger Woods at Augusta.)
There were no restrictions on topics -- well, no vocal restrictions. Augusta Nationalistic has a way of making its genteel vehicle heard louder than any scream. A pressman who tried to get too cutesy, a reporter who tried to fluster Tiger or Augusta Nationwide -- wonderfully, the Powers That Be at Augusta "would not look favorably," as their parlance goes, on such a transgression.
And the development was a unequalled of press bull session decorum. Woods' demeanor was calm, cocksure, at ease. He was extreme more calm than in his former known appearances, and he no doubt won retreat from myriad critics. That grin there at right? That's a pretty good snapshot of how the entire squeeze convention went. There was objectivity, light humor, and a judgement of courteous to payment both the game and the process.
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