Please forgive me for making all of my golf articles about Tiger Woods, but let’s face it, a talent like that with a hunger for porn stars, crashed vehicles and poorly executed Nike marketing campaigns, let’s just say he’s a lightning rod for attention.
Two years ago we were 12 years into the Woods love affair bonanza. His miracle comeback with a torn ACL epitomized everything we loved about sports, and truly our most unblemished athlete. Since then, Woods has hit a path that I don’t think anyone believes he can come back from.
Whatever Tiger had up until the summer of 2008, that edge is gone. Whether it was the thrill of hitting the fairway with a NYC hostess, or his unconventional golf course demeanor that had him cursing at blades of grass, Woods had something that separated himself. Continue reading Eat My Sports: End of an error