When I was a kid, golfers wore silly plaid pants, smoked heavily, drove Buicks and never smiled. A boring, up tight sport it was. Then along came Tiger Woods. He was fit, he dressed like a human being, worked out and could drive the ball further than anyone. He was exciting to watch and made incredible shots under extreme pressure. He is clearly the best.
So glad he's back for the Masters. Golf is not worth watching without him. Who wants to see anything less than the best?
And why does he need to apologize to us? His personal life, although deeply flawed, is between him, his wife and a host of empty headed bimbos.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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