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After shooting a 174 in my first round of golf since last summer, I realized my own game might benefit from similar openness to Tiger Wood's.
People who honestly deal with their addiction can have everything back. Tiger, I wish you the best and I am very happy that golf "feels fun again."
Let's see who the enablers are, and who those are who stand up and condemn their words.
Tiger may have learned that banging porn stars every chance he gets isn't a profitable business or marriage decision. But he certainly hasn't gained a new sense of humility, as he revealed after walking off the course yesterday.
Mickelson's heartwarming welcome from his wife at the 18th hole at Augusta, following his three-stroke victory in the Masters, was a tear-jerker for the huggers and audience alike.
In his recent Nike commercial, a stone-faced Tiger Woods stares into the camera as he listens to the voice of his late father, Earl. The commercial closes with the question, "Did you learn anything?"
The Garden will be dark in May. The Rangers are eliminated on the last day of the NHL season, losing a shootout in Philadelphia.
Just months after the Supreme Court added yet another boulder to the edifice of corporate personhood, Nike has pushed the boundaries to something resembling corporate priesthood.
The underlying story for The Masters was a symbol. Not the ego drunk sports hot shot, but a simple pink ribbon on Phil Mickelson's cap.
I saw the recession's effects on small town America when I took the test to become a Census worker, and found myself in a room full of businessmen and soccer moms in suits, most over age 40.
Many athletes are so determined to treat their bodies with substances that promise them competitive advantage, that they are easily duped by empty nostrums and medical charlatans.
Previous arms-control treaties were big news. Take all the coverage we just had over the health reform debate, and multiply that by about 10, and that's something like how big the news of this sort of thing used to be. Now, not so much.
Sneaking out of the house, my tired dogs hit the pedals and drove across town to a local New Balance store for a little "strange" and what can only be called a rather expensive late night "footy" call.
Tiger Woods should have had an open relationship from the beginning like Shaq. Evelyn Lozada from VH1...
Let's keep it real here. Tiger Woods isn't a billion-dollar athlete because he's a nice guy. Tiger wasn't the beloved figure pre-"transgressions" because he had a great smile.
Screwing cocktail waitresses while promoting yourself as a paragon of focus and discipline may not be admirable or edifying, but it falls within the purview of human fallibility Channeling your dead Dad to sell shoes is something else altogether. If nothing else, it lays bare the ethos of the marketplace.
