The idea that a man could so thoroughly dominate a tour for as long as he did, amongst the absolute best of the best is just really incredible to me.
Having said that, this is America after all. And there is nothing Americans love to watch as much as they love to watch a good train wreck. Woods' train careened off the track in one of the greatest and spectacular immolations in sports history. A serial philanderer, he would tap anything and everything, including the babysitter next door. Absolutely no conscience. Just like his pop.
For the last several months I have been reading golf stories every wednesday about how Tiger was now healthy and ready to make his move. And every week has been a disappointment. In the last 25 events, the boy wonder has been in the top 25 three times, his highest finish being a fourth at the Masters. Okay for mortals, not so good for Tiger Woods. Awful, in fact. In 2011, he has been in the top ten twice, at eight events.
Woods accuracy off the tee has plunged from 66 to 54.1%. Greens in regulation went from 70.1 to 65.1% inTotal Accuracy, a measure of Gir and Accuracy has nosedived from a rank of 20 to 45. Tiger barely made the cut today but made a couple timely pars and hung on.
I wonder about two things with Tiger and the loss of his game. It is a known fact that he was a patient of the famed steroid doctor, Anthony Galea. Could he have been juicing? Could his past dominance be at least partly a result of obtaining some sort of biological and physiological edge? After seeing the evidence against the Lance Armstrongs and Roger Clemons of this world, I have little faith in any hero today.
What I find even more likely than Tiger's decline correlating to some loss of an outside edge is the possibility that when the guy stopped getting all that strange, his game went into the toilet. The pirate, swashbuckling bad boy who liked to get freaky with the slutty strippers gets his wings clipped and can't get his mojo back. Like Sampson and his hair, Tiger has the psychological ailment of the "wounded johnson." The key to his juju just might be his insatiable sexual appetite.
Millions of american golf fans are hoping that their golf idol can find a way to change his luck. The old fashioned way. Bang a skanky waitress or two, Tiger. Find your forgotten huevos and hopefully your game again. Your fans demand it. I think this golf gladiator is going to need an awful lot of fresh poontang if he ever hopes to be back on top of the leaderboard.
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great post; every golfer in America needs to read it; but even if the ladies hadn't done Tiger in, his knee and his Achilles would have; he's had to retool his swing to compensate; i hope it works, i really do; it would be great if he could win another major; but i'm not holding my breath.
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