"You don't write a monthly column at Golf Digest for 13 years straight, as Tiger did, without having some kind of talent."

VanityFair.com's Jim Windolf has a grand old time with the end of Tiger's Golf Digest column.

What, suddenly Tiger is not a good writer? Was there something in his recent “Stay Smooth on Must-Make Putts” column that rankled his editors? Did he employ one too many adverbs in his “Lean Left and Swing Steep in Greenside Bunkers” piece? Or did the Condé Nast ombudsman (that prickly bastard) object to something in the Tiger article headlined “Chin Up for Good Posture”?

I remember when Tiger was just starting out. Let me set the scene for you. It was the autumn of 2000. We were all talking about hanging chads and Kid A. Tiger looked a little lost in the fourth-floor cafeteria here at 4 Times Square. On his translucent oval tray he carried extra dessert items—whole grain berry tarts and gluten-free fig bars—to give to us more seasoned journalists in exchange for story ideas and advice.