1) That Tiger is a buddhist.2) That I am a bad person. As soon as he mentioned being a buddhist, my brain immediately started to try and formulate a Caddyshack-esque joke about Tiger and the Dalai Lama playing golf. "Hey, Lama!"3) It wasn't Elin's fault that Tiger slept with all those women. Um, I don't... Continue Reading →
Call me when Tiger wants to talk. For real.
Tomorrow morning, at 8am PST, I'll get into my car to go to work and be subjected to the charade of Tiger Wood's comeback press conference.Scratch that.It won't be a press conference.Because an actual press conference is not given to a small, intimate gathering of friends and colleagues that just so happens to have some... Continue Reading →