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Tiger Woods, A Pair of Jugs And A South African Walk into A Par

Tiger Woods

Can St. Andrews Failure
Fuel Tiger Turnaround?

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Even if you didn't watch ESPN's broadcast of The Open Championship from Thursday sunrise through Sunday sunset as I did, by now you're aware the No. 1-ranked golfer in the world finished nowhere near the top of that weird yellow Scottish leaderboard.

Sure, Tiger's still ranked No. 1, but after the 18th hole he made a beeline for the St. Andrews exit with 23rd-place winnings worth $21,275 more than the average U.S. annual household income. A moment with ESPN and then — he gone.

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What Tiger Could Have Said

Tiger Woods

World's Greatest Golfer Just Doesn't Get It

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The 2010 Masters tournament is in the record books and Phil Mickelson has won his third Green Jacket.

But what inquiring minds want to know is … what kind of a jerk is Tiger Woods?

The most obvious next question is how many kinds of jerks are there, but let's not digress.

When interviewed by CBS' Peter Kostis after signing his scorecard, Tiger was asked some questions about what happened to him on the course and his emotional mindset. Tiger could have said, "Well Peter, if you haven't heard, I've had some problems at home lately and I've been away from the game for a while, so I guess it showed."


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Possibly that would have been something to endear him to his nay-sayers, but instead Tiger fumed and said, "I lost. It's that simple."

Kostis stayed with the subject and further inquired about the difference between shutting off all emotions and maybe when that didn't work, possibly channeling some of those emotions back into his golf swing.

Tiger could have replied, "Well Peter, I tried my best out there today and you know the Masters. Sometimes the more you push the harder it gets and well, I was just happy to be part of it all today. The folks here at Augusta -- the galleries and the tournament organizers -- went out of their way to make me feel welcome here this week and I thank them for their dedication to the tournament and the game itself."

Instead, he said, "Every time I tee it up I expect to win and that didn't happen. So that's about it. I'll have to go back and re-evaluate a few things."

So what Kostis could have said might have been something like, "Well Tiger I guess one of the things you'll have to re-evaluate is how to improve your immature behavior on the course. At times you looked like a 14-year-old out there, whining and complaining because things weren't going your way. But maybe you should also re-evaluate how other people such as Gary Player, Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicklaus have always spoken about how great the game has been to them and how they just hope that they have been able to give back a little." But Kostis didn't go there.

But if he did, then Tiger could have said, "Yea, I guess you're right Peter."

For Tiger to not act like some kind of jerk would have taken some class and, it's pretty obvious to those inquiring minds that well, he's no Phil Mickelson.

McIntosh is a New York-based writer and publisher of the McIntosh Golf Guides.


Moral Victory Just As Memorable As Masters Win For Mickelson

Phil Mickelson

Tiger Falls Short At Augusta And In Interviews

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I learned my lesson about moral victories nearly 20 years ago. After my Cincinnati Bearcats nearly beat a highly ranked Penn State football team, I bumped into some UC players I knew as I was leaving a bar and they were walking in about 90 minutes after almost pulling off the improbable upset.

I can't recall if I tried to steal a page from Knute Rockne, but I do remember knocking that speech out of the park. Or maybe it was weak as hell. I told the fellas I knew they weren't just trying to be competitive; they thought they were good enough to win. And they were that night. Just a year after that 81-0 debacle in State College, Tim Murphy's men were poised to be better than Joe Paterno's squad on that Saturday night.

And although Cincinnati lost, I told those Cats I was proud to be a UC student and surely so were thousands more. Instead of drinking the usual 16 beers that night, my dudes and me probably downed 20 each and a few shots, too.

But again, moral victories are supposed to be for losers seeking silver linings, right? Tiger Woods hates silver linings.

The world's greatest golfer finished eleven under par at the Masters Sunday. I repeat, eleven under par this weekend after 72 holes at Augusta. In his first competiton since before Thanksgiving more than four months ago, Woods finished tied for fourth place out of the 48 golfers who beat the cut. He was all over the course for much of Sunday, yet until the final six or eight holes remained in contention to win his fifth Green Jacket at what is arguably the most prestigious event on the PGA tour each year.

And yet the man who claimed he was going to dial back his habit of vulgarities and basically be more fan-friendly couldn't help but resort to being his usual self: a complete a-hole with no sense of perspective.

Tiger spent 45 days in sex rehab around the new year after his high-profile dalliances with celebrity-seeking whores. He could certainly use some therapy, but not for his womanizing and his unfaithfulness -- for that I propose another seven-letter remedy called divorce. Instead, he could benefit from some professional advice on how to act like a man.

Shortly after his final round Sunday, Woods put on a concrete face, which is to say that he changed nothing, and told a gaggle of reporters afterward: "I came here to win the event and I finished fourth. I made way too many mistakes."

Dude, we get it. You're one of the most competitive guys out there and you have a deep desire to be the best at any competition. That's great. You are certainly the best golfer of our time and will eventually be the best ever, and even at the age of just 34, you are one of the most recognized people on the globe.

If I was lucky enough to spend five minutes alone in a room with Woods, after asking for a few of his groupies' phone numbers, I'd never dare to preach to him the importance of embracing moral victories. He finished fourth in his first golf tournament after a long layoff and an embarrassing personal turd-in-the-punch-bowl. Most of us would be thrilled at such an outcome, but Tiger Woods is far more than just a long par five away from most of us.

We often think it's impressive when we hear former athletes talk about the glory days and tell interviewers things like, "Yeah, Michael hated to lose more than anybody I ever saw. He'd want to fight you if you just beat him in checkers on the plane." Is that seriously supposed to be cute?

We teach children about good sportsmanship and frown upon the idea of being a sore loser. But with adults, we talk about that fiery competitor who really wants to win. Don't we all want to win?

The funny thing is that even the guy who won, the guy who once was regarded as the good, happy golfer who could never win the big one, soft-breasted Phil Mickelson, now has three green jackets in his closet to Tiger's four. And it looks like Mickelson could not possibly care less. Had the roles been reversed Sunday, Mickelson would have been more of a gentleman in defeat than Tiger in victory. The man sometimes referred to as FIGJAM has fun, he smiles and unlike Tiger, he knows how to pull off a high-five with his caddie.

It also appears Mickelson knows how to play through adversity. You see, there's this thing called cancer; both his wife and mother are fighting it. And had Mickelson not won the Masters Sunday, that tender, post-round embrace with wife Amy still would have taken place, just maybe not in front of a CBS camera. And then Lefty would have given Kostis an interview that, if you were to set your TV on mute, would have still looked like an interview with the champion. That's because even a moral victory can make a good man feel like a winner.


Is Traci Lynn Johnson A Homewrecking Pro-Ho?

Lance Stephenson

One Great Season

Dear Traci Lynn Johnson:

Was Tiger Woods not available?

Ms. Johnson is the young woman for whom former NFL star Tiki Barber allegedly left his wife of 11 years, Ginny Barber, who also happens to be eight months pregnant.

There are many victims here and the first is Ms. Barber. The others are their children, including twins soon to be delivered into a world full of unfaithful liars and celebrity-seeking young whores.

But the list of victims ends there. Ms. Johnson is not and never will be a victim. She can talk to Barbara Walters for a sexy November sweeps piece in seven short months and claim between sobs how she really believed the ex-New York Giant loved her and only her.

Much like the women Tiger slept with who are making the rounds to shout how badly they now want that all-important truth to be known, Ms. Johnson will surely attempt to get her story told after the rich, handsome Barber dumps her for a model who wasn't so recently a television intern.

I will never let a philandering athlete off the hook. The jokes, er, true stories about jocks fathering seven kids with five women in four states are as tiresome as postgame I'm-just-happy-to-contribute cliches. Fatherless children often become human debris, the dirty stray cats of a material culture. All because a coddled pro athlete felt entitled.

But what gets forgotten is that many -- most, perhaps? -- of these women go out looking for our shallow culture's most important people, the rich professional athletes, not caring or at least not caring to know whether the flavor of the month is married. As long as there's bottle service behind the red-velvet rope, the car is waiting out front and the hotel's penthouse view intensifies the orgasm, you'll have a great story to text to your sadly envious BFF the next morning.

A few years ago, friends and I would lament the steroid-fueled downfall of baseball by saying things like, "Man, I just wish one of these guys would say, 'Yes, I took steroids because I knew it would give me a competitive edge,'" or something to that effect.

Now I'm embarrassed to admit I'm just hoping one tight-sweatered 20-something will have the courage to tell a camera, "I just wanted to sleep with a professional athlete." The sad part is that whenever that day comes, there will definitely be cameras around to record it.


Smiling Tiger Seems To Be Thinking: "I Got Away With It"

Tiger & Elin Woods

Special To One Great Season

Just as Tiger claimed to wonder how the Augusta practice-round patrons would receive him at the first tee this morning, I had no idea what to expect from Monday's press conference, his fourth interaction with the media since IdiotFest 2009 opened for business last Thanksgiving in the front seat of his Escalade. I can also admit I had zero expectations too.

Nothing Tiger's done so far -- the wooden, ingenuous, no-questions-allowed farce of a press conference he staged for select media personnel and friends (and his mother, who looked more sedated than Bob Geldof in "Pink Floyd The Wall") at his home clubhouse at Isleworth; Tom Rinaldi's playing of 20 Questions with Tiger in five minutes, which generated nothing new but endless ESPN replays and Rinaldi's heir-apparency as the next FedEx super-fast-talking guy; and a similar interview with Kelly Tilghman of the Golf Channel, who asked a few more relationship-centric questions but received as precious little as her ESPN counterpart -- appeared genuinely contrite, just annoyed.

(And we can't blame those two reporters for asking those questions. It's their job. They had to, though they also had to have known they were going to be the first two people in a long time who wouldn't be getting any from Tiger.)

But then, today, something finally changed. Tiger was laid-back, engaging, humble. Maybe it's because I'd much rather hear about golf than about another of the million pro athletes who cheat on their wives, but I saw a veil lifted. For the first time, he wasn't outwardly angry —- more a consequence of getting caught than of regret this whole time. He took the questions and accepted all responsibility like a man. Maybe it's because he has the "I was wrong" answers down cold by now, or the fact that he'd just played a practice round with the coolest guy ever, Freddy Couples, but he was different. He was ready.

He was relieved.

And when an inquiry about his dealings with Canadian HGH shill Dr. Anthony Galea arose, he didn't bristle with anger at the mere implication as he'd have done a few months ago. He just answered, a heretofore-novel approach. Good job, Tiger. Keep it up. That's called "credibility."

The one thing I did find a bit disingenuous, though, was how he claimed he was "blown away" by the gallery's reception this morning. Now, the fact that Tiger got caught, and the circumstances leading to his discovery (sending text messages to a dozen low-life moneygrubbers with arrogance and impunity), are the definition of sheer stupidity. But even he knows that no man on earth -- certainly not in or around golf, the essence of the "old boys' club" mentality -- is going to boo him for stepping out on his wife. Sorry to drop the news on you, ladies, but if anything, the guy's an even bigger stud to men out there. No male I know even talks about the cheating part, only the "getting busted" part. So I found this faux surprise a bit coy. No one would have had the Titleists to boo him out there today, and Tiger knew it.

And now that Day 1 of his return to the sport is behind him, there should be no questioning why he smiled and even laughed at times under the press tent today. There, in front of exactly 206 journalists, it all finally dawned on him: "I'm still a billionaire, I'm still married, and I'm still the best golfer on the planet."

"I got away with it."

Susi is the founder of the brand consultancy Brand Spanking New York and is a special contributor to OGS. Give him a follow on Twitter @BrandSpankingNY.


Remember, Tiger Woods Is Just A Golfer

Tiger Woods

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What do you do for a living?

Oh, you're a banker? A therapist? A nurse, you say?

Let's say you're an auto mechanic. Should I expect you to be a great speech writer as well? Or an expert on public speaking?

That would be ludicrous for me to make such connections or assumptions, but that's exactly what America did in its collective knee-jerk reaction to Tiger Woods' 13-minute C3-PO impersonation Friday. We expected his address to have been better.

Being the best golfer in the world -- perhaps in history -- is hardly a guarantee for a man otherwise short on personality, a man who prefers his privacy, that he'll be a great public speaker.

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And Friday's stiff, awkward, 1,500-word apology was far from a typical speech. It was Woods' first public acknowledgment of his sex-addicted life of entitlement on the cushy PGA tour. How would you have handled yourself behind the podium and in front of a television camera that you know was piping your apology into the homes of millions of people?

Now don't get me wrong; Tiger is a scumbag who's dug himself quite a deep hole, and his nearly three-month disappearance left all of us asking questions. Our drama-obsessed culture has shaped us to believe we need to know everything about this and every titillating story.

And by all means, we can ask the questions. We can gossip with our co-workers and judge Tiger as if we'd never find ourselves asking those closest to us for forgiveness.

But who are we to expect the answers? Why do we think we have anything to do with Tiger's deviant addictions or his marital mess? He owed us nothing in November and owes us nothing now. Just as Tiger mistakenly felt entitled to the privileges of fame and celebrity, we've mistakenly gotten comfortable with the notion that Tiger is required to tell us every erotic detail.

We can all dream about how we'd spend the money if we won the lottery, or what we'd do if our favorite team won the Super Bowl. But to think you'd know what you would do if you were in Tiger's Nikes right now is impossible to believe. Sure you'll claim you wouldn't have gotten yourself into the predicament in the first place, but let me know when you're living his kind of life, resisting his kind of temptations every single time.

Since my dad's death in 1992, I've learned that folks grieve in different ways. Some prefer not to talk about a lost loved one; I, however, rarely pass up a chance to talk about my father. My way isn't the right way; it's just the right way for me.

And Friday, Tiger's effort was indeed heavily produced and painfully robotic, but it was effort nonetheless. It's his apology, not yours, so who really cares that you would have appeared more spontaneous and heartfelt? His speech was the first of what will no doubt be many steps toward changing his very public life. And changing his life is what he looks like he's ready to do, not charm Americans with a televised speech.

Tiger is trying to save his marriage and keep his family together, and because we've built him up for 15 years and circulated his sexy story since Thanksgiving, he's going to have to do it on television. He didn't ask for it.

We've gotten used to politicians losing themselves in scandalous infidelity, so why would we think one of the world's most recognizable athletes would be above such a mess? Tiger Woods is just a guy who plays golf for a living, and it's time to remember that fact and allow him to do the slow work to repair his life the way any of us would try to do.


5 Questions: On The Bengals, Allen Iverson And Tiger


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+ What is going on in Cincinnati?
Just days after Rey Maualuga's high-profile DUI arrest and subsequent guilty plea, the Bengals worked out embattled Adam Jones on Thursday. Rather than trying to improve upon a nice 2009 season and build toward repeating in 2010 as AFC North champions, it looks more like the Bengals are trying to reclaim their reputation as the biggest collection of buffoons in the NFL. And there are rumors that the team is considering bringing Terrell Owens in from Buffalo? Oh my goodness.

Also in Cincinnati, the Bearcats are flaming out for the third straight February and basketball coach Mick Cronin's job is safe. That just doesn't add up. 

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+ Does Tiger Woods have henchmen?
How else do you explain no leakage of his alleged presence at a Mississippi sex clinic, or really anywhere else? My cousin brought this up the other day, and it seems clear that in the age of the camera phone, someone is getting some serious protection. Perhaps Tiger is handing out Buicks to those who comply with the keep-your-mouth-shut edict.

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+ Which weekend is better for groupie whores?
The Super Bowl offers more crossover appeal, as stars from other sports -- and entertainment celebrities, too -- are all over the place. NBA All-Star weekend, however, is a completely light-hearted affair, so everyone, including the participants, is looking for a good time. If you're a large-breasted gal, pack your tightest tops because you will no doubt get some attention.

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Speaking of this weekend's big event in Dallas, I was surprised to hear the news about Allen Iverson Thursday. Certainly I hope his family issue will get resolved, but he has no business being in the All-Star game in the first place. I realize he was voted in, and that certainly speaks to a certain amount of popularity, but Iverson hasn't been a star in a few years.

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