data-mm-id=”_txy24phye”>Tiger Woods' drive on Riviera Country Club's 10th hole, a devilish and tantalizing 302-yard par-4, came to rest near the lip of a fairway bunker 51 yards from the cup. His second shot traveled barely half that. His third had too much pace to stop before tumbling into a greenside trap. Playing his first competitive round since last summer's Open, it appeared biggest the stamp he'd put on his favored Genesis Invitational would come off the course. And perhaps the evolution from green jackets to emeritus sweaters was further along and more real than those who hope for one last thrill would care admit. Sure, the 47-year-old stood in the same place he stood in 1992 as a 16-year-old with his whole life and ascent to incomparability before him and u…