Tiger Woods wins again, this time at the World Golf Championships - CA Championship. Woods is driving ahead with his goal of becoming the best ever, thanks to talent, hard-work, and our own Grant Boone?

By Grant Boone, Special to PGA.com

First off, the answer is no: Tiger hasn't personally phoned to thank me for last week's GMT , which quite obviously provided him the inspiration to win the CA Championship Sunday. He doesn't have to. That's the kind of relationship we have.

In fact, most of the communication between Tiger and me is unspoken. Especially from his end. I'll write a column, for example, and he won't respond. At least not verbally. But I know what he's thinking just by his body language, in which I'm fluent.

By winning Sunday at Doral, Tiger was telling me, "You freakin' idiot. The next time I see you, I'm gonna take that white towel you said I threw in at Bay Hill and wipe your esophagus with it."

What a kidder! I can't wait to hook up with Tiger again....at the 2017 Masters. (I'll be the one in the body armor.)

Woods' 56th career victory had all the suspense of a Paris Hilton romance. You know how it's going to end. It's mostly a matter of measuring the collateral damage along the way.

Sunday, Woods took a four-shot lead into the final round at Doral, in which he was paired with Brett Wetterich, who had the distinct disadvantages of not only taking on the world's best player but also being, well, Brett Wetterich. The lead was six after Woods birdied the first hole and Wetterich bogeyed the same to deodorize even the faintest whiff of an upset. Wetterich would go on to finish second Sunday, thus becoming the 50th runner-up in a Tour win by Woods.

I'm not sure which is more fascinating: that stat, itself, or the fact that Woods' winning was such a foregone conclusion that someone was bored enough to even think to look that up.

Six months ago, Woods and Wetterich were Ryder Cup teammates, though the memory of what happened at the K Club is so hazy that most golf historians now subscribe to one of two theories about that largely anonymous U.S. team last September:

1. It wasn't really the Ryder Cup but actually one of those low-budget sports movies, which can only afford one or two real sports stars in cameo roles and fills out the rest of their fictional teams with B-list actors whose characters have names like "Clubber" and "Stretch."

2. Everyone watching in person or on TV had the exact same dream. One of those weird ones you have during afternoon naps or on airplanes when you're not totally asleep and which invariably end up with you either completely naked in a school cafeteria or trying to hit a golf shot from your kitchen floor up onto the counter.

Meanwhile, the nightmare continued for everyone not named Tiger trying to win at Doral despite the fact that the event Woods won Sunday has new status - no longer merely a Tour stop, it's now a World Golf Championship - and a new sponsor, CA, a company I meant to Google before now to figure out exactly what they do. Hang on.

Okay, I just checked out their website...and I still have no idea what they do. Whatever it is, they made $3.76 billion doing it, approximately the same amount Tiger Woods has now earned in professional golf after his $1.35 million payday at Doral. Actually, Woods has made so much money in his 10 plus years on Tour that in reciting his career earnings, even the most polished golf broadcaster comes off sounding like Dr. Evil?

One billion, gajillion, fifillion, shabba-doodle-ooly-million, sha-ming-gommy-shlay....million....

(If you're wondering whether or not I would be so anal retentive as to interrupt the writing of this column to run out at 10:30 last night to rent "Goldmember" just so I could see the subtitles and copy them verbatim for that line, the answer is yes. Unless by doing so, I've violated copyright laws, in which case, the answer is, "Of course not!" Also, if you're wondering whether or not PGA.com will reimburse the $3.99 rental fee, the answer is, "Stay tuned.")

For Woods, though, green isn't the color of money, only the tint of a certain jacket presented annually to the winner of The Masters, which commences a week from Thursday and affords him his next opportunity to win a third consecutive major championship and inch closer to the record of 18 held by Jack Nicklaus, who remains Tiger's fiercest rival.

Ten years into his career, Woods still doesn't seem to have a legitimate challenger on the PGA Tour or anywhere else. I'm in northern California this week anchoring Golf Channel's coverage of the Nationwide Tour's Livermore Valley Wine Country Championship at Wente Vineyards. This is not only a fabulous event, but it actually takes longer to say the name of the tournament than for the grapes here to ferment. (Be sure to tune in for live coverage Thursday through Sunday at 6:30 p.m. EDT.)

The Nationwide Tour touts that "The Future Plays Here." Yet the roll call this week includes the likes of Guy Boros, Dan Forsman, Jim Gallagher, Jr., Gary Hallberg, Steve Jones, Jim McGovern, John Morse, David Ogrin, and Steve Pate. Maybe they mean the future of the Champions Tour.

Nothing against those guys. They're all here fair and square. It just makes you wonder where the next wave of great players will come from. By contrast, the LPGA is awash in young talent. Lorena Ochoa, with her win at the Safeway International Sunday, leap-frogged Karrie Webb into second place in the women's world rankings and is now nipping at Annika Sorenstam's 36-year-old heels. (The rest of Annika is believed to be 36 also.)

Ochoa's only 25. Paula Creamer and Julieta Granada are already tournament winners at age 20. Seems like Cristie Kerr and Se Ri Pak have been playing forever, but each is still just 29. For a change, it's the men who have some catching up to do.

Little changed for Tiger Tuesday when he fired an 8 under par 64 to win individual honors at the Tavistock Cup, though it didn't keep his Isleworth Country Club team from getting pounded by cross-town rival Lake Nona. It'll be the last competitive round for Woods until The Masters next week.

Tiger, if you need another nugget of inspiration to win your fifth green jacket, just send me one of those unspoken messages this week while I'm on the air. Hopefully, the telepathy can penetrate the body armor.

Grant Boone is a husband, father, golf broadcaster, and sports journalist based in Abilene, Texas. His column appears on PGA.com each Wednesday and every day during major championships and other big events. He can be contacted at pgagrant@hotmail.com.

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