By TOM SHANAHAN Let me first explain I initially came across Tigers Woods at the 1986 San Diego Junior World. I saw a 10-year-old brat and a pushy father, Earl. More on that later, but this was obviously long before his Shakespearean rise and fall. With that frame of reference, any book on Woods can only supplement my opinion of him and his father – bad guys and phonies – not change it. During the rise, friends sometimes…