Have you learned anything?

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He's BACKKKKKK, and Thank God. Golf is finally bearable to watch again.

If you have followed this site as of late, you know my feelings about Tiger. You know that I didn't care that he cheated on his wife. You know that my personal beliefs and personal morals were not effected by Tiger, nor did I want to suddenly go out and cheat. You know that his decisions outside of the golf course did not effect my opinions of him as a golfer and an athlete. You know that I still viewed him as a sports hero, the best golfer to ever play at Augusta, and one of the top athletes on the planet. You know that I thought what he did was wrong, but it wasn't going to stop me from wearing my "TW" hat on the weekends.

You know that I support Tiger Woods.

He's paid his dues, and his family life does not concern me. What concerns me is the fact that I turn on the Golf Channel and don't get to see his name at the top of previous tournaments. What concerns me is the fact that I have to watch guys (who are pros) play like amateurs (I mean no disrespect to any of the pro golfers, but Tiger is to golf as Bruce Willis is to bad New York cop movies, there's just no one better).

With all that said, Tiger is back, and I am excited beyond belief. When I turn on ESPN, and see the "Tiger Ticker" on the side panel and coverage of him evert five minutes, it's like Christmas for me (I almost feel like this kid; TIGERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR WOOOOOOOOOOOOOODSSSSSSS IS AT THE TEEEEEEEEEE, TIGERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR WOOOOOOOOOOODSSSSSSSSS! THANKSSSSS ELINNN!)

The Tiger is on the prowl again, and he is right in the thick of the Masters, a tournament that a lot of the national media gave him no chance of winning. He is having the best first two rounds in his career at Augusta, and if he keeps up the pace he is at now, watch out fellas.

If he gets to Sunday and is still tied for third, or hell even in the Top 10, Tiger is going to win this tournament, and prove that although he did something so disgusting, so sneaky, so disrespectful, that he is the greatest golfer to ever grab a nine iron. Hell I would even say that if he doesn't win this tournament, he is still the greatest golfer that has been a part of the PGA Tour.

He is playing like a man possessed. A man out to prove the world wrong.

He has served his time, and everyone that is not in his immediate family should stop shining the spot light on him. No one is perfect and everyone gets a little to big for their britches from time to time.



But who are we to judge as a nation? We are the same people that watch MTV shows, Cheaters, and other "reality" shows that depict people doing obnoxious and idiotic things.



I don't see the reincarnation of Jesus Christ walking around, so every person that has slammed Tiger for doing what MILLIONS of people do on a daily basis, should take a step under that same microscope and let others look at you. It is none of our business any more. He didn't cheat on us.

What is our business is how he plays and effects golf, and right now he is playing like he never left.

Let's do it Tiger. Let's do it!

Oh and I think this commercial is brilliant. Well done Nike.

Wetting the bed

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I have been fuming for the past 15 hours or so. I feel like I can't breath. I feel like the organization I cherish with my entire heart, handed me a personal razor blade and a salt shaker and enticed me to inflict a wound on my body and pour an endless amount of salt in the bleeding cut. I feel disgraced, not only by the Bulls front office, but by the entire team after last nights performance. I am furious that the Bucks are now tied for the 5th seed in the East, and John Salmons scored 27 points on his ex team.

To think that I've been trying to convince myself that this detached feeling I've had for most of the season was just a phase. To think I told people at the beginning of this season that the Bulls were going to make the second round of the playoffs. To think I cared for so long.

After their 79-74 loss last night, the Bulls seemed to have lost all chance of sniffing the playoffs. But it isn't the idea of missing the playoffs that is creating an anger that only Bruce Willis is capable of dealing with. It is the fact that the Bulls, with so much riding on last nights game, played the way they did.

You can PUT IT ON THE BOARD!

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It is here folks, it is here. Hawk Harrelson has brushed up on his golfing stories, Stone Pony has all of his pitching statistics at his side, and Ozzie Guillen is gleaming. The beginning of what could be an extremely special White Sox season has begun, and in perfect fashion.

Mark Buehrle started the game in his usual way with back to back 1-2-3 innings. He is like baseball's equivalent to a virgin that has never had sex in his 40 years of living: Fast, messy, and extremely annoying for the recipient.

To make things even better a little fellow by the name of Carlos Quentin started off where he began in the 2008 season. He took an outside fastball to right field for a stand up double. I know it's to soon, but can anybody say AL MVP (watch Carlos strike out in his next at bat and then ram his head against the dug out wall, which will result in a broken spine)?

Shout out to all my DAWGS

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I want to issue an apology to the members of the Butler Basketball team, the university, and most importantly my cousin Dani. At the start of this tournament I picked UTEP to beat Butler in the first round in an article that was more wrong than President Obama's bracket.


I wasn't high on Butler just because I didn't know how they would handle true competition outside of the Horizon League. I've liked the school, liked their style of play, and even tried trading Todd Lickliter, Iowa's entire roster, one hundred dollars, and 200 Hawks Nest T-shirts to Butler just for Brad Stevens. But for some reason that first round, I feel in love with a trendy pick instead of looking at the bigger picture.

Then last weekend something happened. Before someone could even mutter the name Blue, I realized I had made a mistake of astronomical proportions; I should have never bet against them.