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You're tied. It's the 18th hole. And getting dark. The crowd is so big, you can hear their breathing. The only audible noise is the hum of the generator running the TV cameras. You have a snaking 20-footer to win.

It's the moment that millions of kid golfers have hung in their brains with wire hangers as they practiced on the living room carpet. The putt is a hard one, a slider—can't be too aggressive, but must sink.

Ok, we could go on. You get the idea. You hit it. It drains. For a second, it feels like that moment at the opthamologist's office when he's lined up the lenses and the world becomes crystal clear. Yeah, that kind of glory.

But how often are you going to experience that feeling? Pretty often, if you're Tiger Woods.

Too bad you're not Tiger.