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He pissed it all away.
His best golf is behind him, but there’s still a lot of talent left in there if he can overcome his tendency to try too much, too quickly.
I don’t know about sympathy. There is a certain sadness watching the end of an athlete’s career when they slip from greatness. But by and large Tiger has always been a bit of a jerk even before we found out he had a fondness for Denny’s waitresses, so it’s hard to sympathize with him. But it is still rough to know the great days are behind him, no more will he be crushing courses, now he’s just another tour player.
He is listed at 50-to-1, which prompted a question that was even more shocking than the odds.
Was that to win? Or to make the cut?
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I have to laugh.
He had by far and away the best decade of golf between 1998 and 2008. It’s not even close. And he single-handedly increased the tournament purses by magnitudes. Look at the TV ratings when he is vs. isn’t in the hunt on Sunday. Nobody watches if he isn’t. It sucks to see what has happened to him, but I’m glad I got to see him in his prime. Quite a ride.
Sympathy? Because he now sucks? Couldn’t happen to a nicer Obama supporter.
I guess banging those ugly waffle house waitresses, porn actresses and other random skanks was his secret weapon. Mike Tyson/Buster Douglas syndrome. No one’s scared anymore. The bully has been exposed.
Not from me and never was or will be. Many professional athletes are not very nice people. Woods is one of the many.
He’s a pig.
Had Tiger not made a birdie on the last hole on Saturday of last year’s US Open, he would be 11 months without playing 72 holes.
That’s really bad playing.
Not from where I sit.
Oh, poor baby. NOT.
Enough, already. Tiger should sit it out for a few years and then return to the senior tournaments.
He has game problems, he has physical quirks, and he has mental problems. The later are both from his deteriorating game and his tabloid infidelity.
Going down is harder and faster than climbing up. Alone with himself is probably a very lonely place these days. I can't imagine what must go through his mind when he's flying at 40,000 feet, looking down from his Gulfstream wondering; "What have I done".
He was soooo close to immortality.