Tiger Woods stood at the edge of the 18th green at Augusta National, turned away from a mighty gust and cupped his hands to his head to hold on to his hat. The blast created a mini-sandstorm that pelted the gallery of patrons like a million pinpricks. It was that kind of afternoon Friday, when the skies were almost cloudless but strong winds had the flags snapping and Georgia pines swaying. As for Woods, he was a familiar force of nature. He’s not leading this storied tournament, which he has... Read this story