With Tiger Woods putting for birdie on the 18th at CordeValle last Saturday, the crowd standing between a pair of bleachers packed together tight. I saw a narrow opening next to the stands four rows back, nudged a shoulder against the wall and realized I'd found pay dirt: As long as none of the three uncontrollable heads directly between me and the green wavered the slightest in either direction, I had a two-inch window with a view of the hole and Tiger's shot behind it.