It's just past 3am on May 3rd, 2006.

And tonight, Tiger Woods is driving alone behind the wheel of a Cadillac SUV.

He's heading from California's Newport Beach to his childhood home in Cyprus.

It's there where his father, Earl, has just taken his final breaths.

He's been preparing for this moment for a while now.

Around Christmas, he took the longest break he's taken from golf, six whole weeks.

He didn't even touch the grip of a club for three of those weeks.

It was all so he could be with his pops.

And now, cruising through the Southern California night, his photographic memory is taking

him on an emotional journey.

Tiger thinks back to the birdie putt he made when he was 11 and beat Earl for the first

time.

He can still see the way the putt broke, the way the ball dropped into the cup, and the

beaming smile his dad shot him when he realized he'd been beat.

Or that exhilarating moment in 2004 when he jumped out of a plane with the Army parachute

team.

Earl was right there waiting for him as he floated to the ground.

That weekend was the closest he ever felt to truly understanding his dad.

Now as Tiger drives up the 405 freeway, he replays the weekend at Fort Bragg in his mind,

listening to his dad tell old army stories, drinking beers, training like he was going

to war.

But just as soon as those memories bubble up to the surface, so do a few others.

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