Back in the day at Howard, some HU upperclassman who looked like Tiger Woods liked to wear a T-shirt that had Tiger's face on it and the words: I am Tiger Woods. I had a crush on both brothas. (Except that in those days, Tiger wasn't a brotha yet, he was Cablinasian. The Howard guy, I think his name was Michael, had a stupendously hawt girlfriend.) Nowadays you look at the same face and say, dude, Tiger, you're a sleazeball. Then again, it's healthier to be out as a sleazeball than to be the constipated, poster-boy for hole-in-one "accenture" performance.
Tiger Woods finally won a title, after two years of huddling with the golf mortals.
It's a beautiful day.
Next up, I have to reach the end of the Word Mole game.