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— The Masters (@TheMasters) April 7, 2022

About four hours later he saved par on No. 18 to a massive ovation. He had not only completed the round, he was sitting at a 1-under 71, eventually just four shots behind the leader, Sungjae Im.

Ten months ago, when Woods couldn’t get out of a hospital bed installed in his house, this seemed impossible. As recently as two weeks ago, when rumors of him playing easy rounds down in Florida emerged, this seemed unlikely.

Yet here it was, Tiger Woods not just back, not just likely to make the cut at a major championship, but right there at the edge of the leaderboard.

So Woods was asked: Is this a win?

“Yes,” he said, and it was an acknowledgement of truth, a victory of perspective over his traditional bravado.

Tiger’s desire to win a sixth green jacket is not lessened by admitting that this, this incredible comeback, was a victory unto itself.

“If you would have seen how my leg looked to where it’s at now,” Woods said. “… To see where I’ve been, to see — to get from there to here. It was no easy task.”

Tiger Woods plays his shot from the eighth tee during the first round of the Masters at Augusta National Golf Club on April 07, 2022 in Augusta, Georgia. (Photo by Jamie Squire/Getty Images) (Jamie Squire via Getty Images)

Tiger was really good Thursday. He played a steady game amid changing conditions, still damp early, more windy late. Where others fell off, he stayed strong — birdies on Nos. 6, 13 and 16; bogeys on 8 and 14. He didn’t fade as his reconstructed right leg grew tired of climbing those Georgia hills.

“It did not get easier, let’s put it that way,” Woods said. “I can swing a golf club. The walking is not easy. It’s difficult. As I said with all the hard work, my leg, it’s going to be difficult for the rest of my life. That’s just the way it is, but I’m able to do it.”

Woods has long lived the ethos of rise and grind, of putting in extra work, of — if anything — being too muscular, swinging too hard, practicing too much. His body has broken down all around him, but even through long rehabs he often played down the challenges, as if acknowledging such a thing was a mental weakness.

No longer. Maybe that comes from reaching 46 years old. Or maybe that comes from all those days sprawled out in a bed. Or maybe it was the near-death experience — hurtling over a median and two lanes of a Los Angeles-area street, through a sign, off a tree and into a ditch.

Survive that and you get perspective. You look back not just on the surgeries and the physical rehab, but also the sharpening of his game despite no longer having the ability to hit 1,000-plus balls a day. That had always been his way.

“That doesn’t happen anymore,” he said. “I can’t do that anymore.”

So, yeah, it’s OK to smile, to enjoy it, to appreciate it. On Thursday he did, trying to maintain focus as huge galleries applauded nearly every step, but also knowing that such a scene, such a moment, was special and certainly not promised.

“I’m very lucky to have this opportunity to be able to play, and not only that, to play in the Masters and to have this type of reception,” Woods said. “I mean, the place was electric … to have the patrons fully out and to have that type of energy out there was awesome to feel.”

This was one day and Woods was quick to remind that nothing has been permanently accomplished.

“We’ve got a long way to go,” he said.

There is no telling if he can do it, either. He was sore, he said. That was expected. He’d spend the next 24 hours in treatment.

“Lots of ice. Lots of ice baths,” he said. “Just basically freezing myself to death.”

He’ll give it a go again at 1:41 p.m. on Friday. Maybe the leg will hold up. Maybe his game will, too. He’s in position to reach the weekend. He’s in position for everything at this point. But nothing is promised. Nothing at all.

What the final scoreboard says, however, won’t change what happened here Thursday. Tiger Woods returned to competitive golf, returned to the Masters.