Sport's champions come in many forms, and the weekend was another reminder how it can stir up passion in 'nuffies' and casual observers alike like no other.

The local pub I sauntered into on Saturday was quietly going about its business.

Aside from a couple of run-of-the-mill bar flies and enthusiastic it was your typical, slow, meandering afternoon as the city settled into the weekend.

But come 3.05pm, the impact Winx has made on the nation was on full display.

The watering hole was suddenly a hive of activity as punters gathered to witness to final couple of minutes of the wonder mare's glorious career.

Her win in the Queen Elizabeth Stakes win was celebrate with relief and jubilation as her unmatched winning streak reached its crescendo at 33.

I have more chance of dating Jessica Alba than the wonder mare losing, which robs you of that thrilling feeling of anticipation and uncertainty when watching sport.

But nothing stops a nation quite like a superstar horse.

Winx hung up the horseshoes an expected easy winner. Only Makybe Diva and Black Caviar can rival the huge boost she's provided to Australian racing.

Less than 48 hours later, another 'GOAT' we thought had run his last race did likewise for golf.

In racing parlance, Tiger Woods had been passed down the home stretch by his younger, fitter and hungry rivals so often, few believed he could find a second wind.

Australian sports fans have grown accustomed to stumbling bleary-eyed into work on a Monday after watching late night sport.

Sometimes you're rewarded for giving up your valued shut-eye. On other occasions you regret it more than that dodgy servo pie after a big night out as you battle the rat race having sat through an anti climactic event.

Fortunately for those dedicated enough to stay up for the final round of The Masters, Woods rewarded them by pulling off one of the greatest sporting comebacks only the absolute greats are capable of.

Before his one-shot win at Augusta, he had gone ten years without a major victory. It was a decade punctuated by his tumultuous personal life and several debilitating injuries. If he was a racehorse, the pin would have been pulled long ago.

Tiger's feat had a different vibe to Winx. While there was a sense of inevitability at Randwick, Woods defied the odds to give golf the injection it craved.

A champion rising from the canvas after the fight and tenacity which propelled them to greatness seemed to be gone is a narrative no sports fan can resist.

I couldn't muster the dedication to stay up until 4am to watch Woods make history.

But when I woke up, saw the result on my phone and cursed the horrid FOMO which followed, it was another reminder that sport lives and dies by the deeds of its champions.