We’ll Feel Good When He Stops

Watching Tiger Woods play golf in his 2011 debut reminds me of the old joke about the guy hitting his head against the wall. When asked why, he replies, “Because it feels so good when I stop.” Within three minutes of watching on Thursday I heard him drop the F-bomb and slam his club into the ground. Within 30 seconds of watching today, he slams his driver down on the tee box. He is a man who clearly hates what he’s doing. Why doesn’t he stop? He’s still got lots of money. He’s single again, free to chase waitresses and porn stars. Why doesn’t he do golf fans a favor and disappear?

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