What He Loves to Do
Tiger Woods may or may not win the Masters next month.
He may or may not win scads of future tournaments and, in time, supplant Nicklaus as the greatest all-time winner of majors.
But there is this certainty.
It will now be impossible to ever look at him again the way we did a year ago.
We know too much.
Way too much.
Tiger's friend, Mark O'Meara said this:
"...maybe the better palce to be is out on the golf course, that is what he loves to do."
Was O'Meara going out of his way to be funny?
That is what Tiger loves to do?
You mean in addition to serial sex with Bimbette of the Week?
I am not blaming Tiger or judging him.
I am saying that because of my own vivid imagination, watching Tiger from now on may be its own peculiar distraction.
1 comment:
"I am saying that because of my own vivid imagination, watching Tiger from now on may be its own peculiar distraction."
True enough. But I never, for a second, thought he owed me an apology. It's so silly that he had to put on this pony show to present a completely fake mea culpa. It was unnecessary, and no one believed him. Just come back already!
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