Tiger

I'm gonna have to just say a word and stick up for my boy tiger here -- cause all this masters coverage is just irritating the shit outta me. these people are friggin relentless.

Coach comes out to practice this morning practically waving his friggin homespun mickelson flag, talking about how happy he is that tiger didnt win, that he needed to learn a lesson, that mickelson's a family guy -- he's like fighting cancer at home with his wife -- and look, i get it. and for fuck's sake, i'm not gonna say anything to coach cause the guys a friggin loose canon.

it just pisses me off that people get so high and mighty about stuff like this. tiger fucked up. plain and simple. and he'll probably fuck up again. because it's hard to stop and drop shit like that. cold turkey. he's just a guy. he happens to be a good friggin athlete. he happens to be a masters winner and a triple crown winner. but he's a dude. like me. like coach. he's not that special. i work with athletes all the friggin time. they are constantly fighting with identity issues -- cause 99% of the time they're just dudes coming off the court, off the field, sweating and dirty and broken and ugly and losers -- and the other 1% when they accomplish something crazy (like a triple crown) -- then they're friggin heroes. american legends.

fuck that. they're people. done.

And yea - Tiger's wife is like ridiculously hot. and Swedish.

but guys are also guys and the guys who travel nonstop are guys who tend to fall off the wagon and guys who are celebrities AND travel nonstop (see ATHLETES) are guys who fall off the wagon cause they have women throwing themselves at them nonstop. so yea - maybe he didn't "deserve" to win this one, coach, who the fuck knows - but maybe he lost too because he's outta practice. cause he needed 5 minutes to stop hittin balls and pull his friggin life together.

we've all got our demons. theyre ugly sons of bitches. but we live with them.