It's Masters Sunday and you're thinking about going outside to mow the lawn. Why not? Tiger Woods is four strokes behind leader Zach Johnson through 12 holes. The tournament is all but over. But something makes you stay.

You could have easily gone out to do yard work, or even changed the channel, but you didn't. The only thing that made you get up was a trip to the John, another frosty cold one, or both. Those of you who did mow your lawns, you'll probably have to do again next week anyway.

Even those who left came back after Tiger eagled the par 5 13th hole, which cut Johnson's lead to two strokes.

Tiger's body language changed. He had  a little more zip in his step and an air of confidence that meant only one thing – watch out Mr. Johnson, the Tiger is on the prowl.

When Tiger's ball took a swim after his second shot on the par 5 15th hole, most of you let out a long sigh, kissed your photo finish good bye and started to get up out of your recliner. But you fell back on your butt when Tiger nailed his chip from the drop zone and then proceeded to sink his par putt.

You knew that Tiger was going to sink his birdie putt on the par three 16th hole – you knew it! Your body stiffened and moved in the direction of the hole as you tried your best to help the ball into the hole through some sort of strange TV telekinesis.

You ended up using the type of telekinesis that doesn't work through a television set, as Tiger ended up with par on the hole, leaving him needing to finish birdie-birdie to force a playoff with Johnson.

You sat glued to the tube, your hands grasping the recliner arm rests, knuckles white, as Tiger hit his second shot from the rough on the par four 17th hole. The ball, which had the perfect height, the perfect distance, heading straight for the hole, landed in the sand trap. You look down, amazed to see your empty beer can crushed in your hand.

A birdie, you think, is still possible. This is Tiger after all. You watched with much anticipation as Tiger hit the ball and the ball landed on the green and headed toward the pin… and stopped three feet short.

Although Tiger is down by two shots with just one hole left, you felt Tiger will pull something out of sleeve to tie this thing. As he hit his second shot, you sense the whole world is holding it's breath as the ball hit the green and… rolled past the hole.

No other golfer in the world can keep us locked in to a tournament the way Tiger does. We watch him play golf knowing nothing is impossible for him, and that at any time a miracle may happen right before our eyes.