Old news alert: Tiger Woods chokes again.
With Graeme McDowell’s U.S. Open win on Sunday, another nail was hammered into Tiger’s coffin. Evidently, he wants to be sure his fate is sealed tight.
It is clear that he is not the player he once was. His indiscretions have dealt him a mental blow and he looks more like a battered boxer hanging on the ropes than the best golfer in the world. I guess that’s the hand that karma deals you when you’re a whore.
There is no doubt that if Tiger had kept his junk in his trunk, he’d be in a better position right now. Despite the fans who still adore him, he can’t deny the fact that he is a broken man whose golf game will be forever changed because some of those fans adored him a little too much. Okay, a lot too much.
I wish I could say that there is part of me that feels sorry for the guy, but there isn’t. He is a disappointment to his sport and he is a disgrace to his gender.
I used to love watching Tiger play. I used to know how fortunate I was to be born at the right time so I could see the best player to ever hold a club.
Now, I just want to hit him with one.
While we were watching on Sunday, (well Saturday, too,) every time they would start covering him I called him a f***er. Of course, it was every 5 minutes because the producers still haven’t gotten the message that we hate him yet. Maybe I should have tweeted it?