It had everything, from birdies and eagles to water balls and disasters, from lesser known players to golf’s best, but somehow the script avoided the weather, had enough good play and players to keep us all on the edge of our seats, and yet, still dished up a fairytale ending that will be the stuff of legends for a very long time.

Franky looked unflappable, until he flapped at 12 and 15.

Patrick Cantlay came from nowhere, shot 8 under on Saturday, then got to 6 under for Sunday with an eagle on 15 - which Supersport missed for an ad break! - and once he had possession of the lead, well then he let the situation get the better of him, and he crashed and burnt. I think that when he got to 14 under for the weekend after #15, he must have been heading for some kind of record comeback.

Major Brooks tried hard all weekend to lose the tournament, but hung in there right until the end, and if we played the "if" game properly, then he shoulda been walking into the sunset with an emerald coat.

DJ also popped up late with chances; his best weekend in Major golf since winning his National Open in 2016 at Oakmont.

XS, that's Xander Schauffele, also did his rising star no damage with his performance thru'out, and he'll continue to be a force to be reckoned with going forward, as will Tony Finau and Jon Rahm, who both were in there at one time or another.

And SA's Justin Harding hung in admirably for an Augusta rookie and World Top 50 newcomer, including a 25 footer for birdie on the ultimate green, which got him to tie 12th, the magical number needed to get an automatic return invite for 2020.

But I've totally digressed of the main subject, and that’s about Tiger!

Here I must first make an admission: I've been a Jack man all along; I was brought up on his book Golf My Way since first I could swing a club – said book which Jack himself autographed for me at Houghton in August 2011 – and I never thought I’d again see anyone dominate the game the way he did.

And when Tiger came along, I found lots of reasons, or excuses I should say, why he’d never be as good as Jack.

He had to get to 19 Majors!
He was cold and calculating!
He had the issues of the scandal!
He trained too heavily!
He swing the club too hard!
He got chipping yips!
He could no longer make the makeable putts!
Etc, etc.

Seek, and thou shalt find!

But when he came back this time, he slowly but surely started to change all of the above, in my mind.

On the technical side, his swing has been much smoother; still fast and powerful, but with a much smoother transition than we’ve ever seen from him. He’s chipped and pitched and sanded with surety and finesse! And his putting has been more than good enough!

But it’s been off the course where Tiger has started winning me over.

The 2nd part of his career has been softer and warmer, much more open and inviting, and, I suppose, we shouldn’t be surprised by this, because of everything that he’s had to deal with in the middle part of his career. He’s definitely become more humble, something I’m sure that adversity teaches you in huge dollops.

The emotional roller-coaster that he’s been on, from the highs of 14 Majors and invincibility, to the magnified lows of hydrantgate and the scandal and the ensuing public divorce, the pain of multiple back surgeries and rehab, the drugged and/or drunken DUI incident – notwithstanding the ease and transparency of modern social media and the court of public opinion - to where he got to yesterday around the 18th green at the Augusta National, well I think that deserves more than a little credit as it would likely have broken you and me once and for all.

For me, even though he still trails Jack 15 to 18, he’s now at least tied Jack as the GOAT.

The final scenes were just incredible, rendering even the TV commentators silent so that we could at least listen in, and I think it will be a long time until we get another closing round at The Masters, or any other Major for that matter, so full of everything great that this wonderful game has to offer.