Sorry, something just woke me up from last weekend’s tournament TV-viewing.
What aroused me? Sorry. What got me up? Sorry again. What startled me from my reverie? Well, I heard that Tiger got out of sex rehab (dayum, that makes me cringe–what goes ON in there?) and his wife is flying back to join him.
No, it must be a dream.
But wait. The Master’s is looming with juicy tournaments in between. Also, Freddie said the tour would embrace Tiger and welcome him back. Plus, as we all know, the business of golf for Tiger must be much bigger than the dirty business of serial infidelity.
So, maybe it’s true. Maybe a fairy tale ending is being arranged for us.
Yeah, I know, it’s easy to poke fun and joke. And honestly I cannot offer any serious conjecture or commentary without sounding like every other self-righteous reporter out there without a story or a fact to their name. So, I’ll try to refrain from the jokes, most of them, and I’ll wake up, crack my knuckles, and get ready to pay attention as Tiger claws his way out of the muck to consummate his date with golf history.