BLEEEEEEEEEEEEECH. To be honest I skimmed most of it. SO. MUCH. GOLF. I get it, Hank Haney was Tiger's coach, so he spent a lot of time analyzing his game. Yes, I get it. BUT. Unless you are SUPER INTO GOLF this book will mean nothing to you/possibly put you to sleep/bore you to tears. Literally 80% of this book was in-depth, detailed, INCREDIBLY detailed, meticulous analysis of golf. Swings. Putts. Angles. Chips. Blahblahblahblahblah don't care. Another 15% was self-indulgent, self-congratulating, ego-stroking descriptions of how awesome Mr. Haney is. Is he? I don't know. I can't tell. I DON'T GOLF.

Why did I read this book? I don't know. There were maybe 6 paragraphs in the whole thing I actually stopped and read, and most of them had to do with Haney's analysis (again, with the analyzing) of Tiger's psyche.

My grandpa will literally watch golf from sunup to sundown and I don't even think HE could make it through this book. Someone might like this but it's not for me, that's for sure.