
For the average golfer, springtime is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, the weather’s nicer; the golfing’s more plentiful. On the other hand, short of a few special courses, the greenskeepers of your public and even of the private courses haven’t fully manicured them yet. Greens are long, roughs are, well, rough, there’s no lemonade in the periodic dispensers. It can be unbearable, man.
Even in Japan, the back nine of the Miya Hill 36 coulda used a watering:
So I found that one good contribution to society PETA ad you were talking about.
AP took a gajillion pictures of Friday’s Tiger Woods presser.
Yahoo! needed a few go-’rounds before choosing the right one.
All of Earth was abuzz with photos and gossip of Tiger Woods’ wife, Elin Nordegren, relaxing with family in Switzerland (sans Woods, of course). All the usual suspects ran with the story. Then it was revealed (slowly, begrudgingly) that Elin was in Florida over New Years and that the misidentified woman in the photos was Josefin Lonnborg: Elin Nordegren’s identicial twin sister.
Tiger Woods? All he did was treat his wife like Tony Soprano treated Carmela. And that show lasted eight years! People loved it. So why has it only taken three weeks for Woods to go from pillar to pariah?