So, this happened today…
Earl Woods, Tiger’s dad, died on May 3, 2006. All the hot sex news from Tiger has happened over the past 5 or 6 months… at least, that’s how long the shit has been in the news. That means that, most likely, these powerful, powerful words are not, in fact, about all that funky hot sex with various porn stars and assorted wait staff.
For all you know, Earl is talking about ordering the fish over the steak on the plane ride home from The Masters one year. So, before you even let the words, “wow, it’s like he was talking about…” Nope, no he wasn’t… it probably wasn’t that at all.
This isn’t like Babe Ruth calling his shot or some d-bag guessing that Michael Jackson was going to die in six months. This was someone talking about something completely friggin’ different, who eventually got into some trouble with his dick.
Just sayin’, calm down and get back to playing (watching) golf.
J.
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