Masters for Tiger

She's here.

http://www.nydailynews.com/sports/more_sports/2010/03/18/2010-03-18_this_cat_has_fans_despite_the_boos_many_in_augusta_are_thrilled_with_tigers_retu.html

 

And scorned porn star Joslyn James releases more texts. Spanking, choking, golden shower fantasies (though he thinks he'd be frightened to do that)! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee. She conveniently leaves out her texts to him; seeing one side of an online sex exchange is so exciting.

http://deadspin.com/5496451/joslyn-james-does-not-disappoint-with-her-tiger-sext-messages

 

Brutal. And the degree of stupidity in sending those thinking they'd never be used against him (assuming they're real) is hard to believe.

 

So Tiger can shove anything he wants down her throat, but she can't even feed him a club sandwich?

Tiger:Sent: 04:06 PM 08/29/2009:
Slap your face. Treat you like a dirty little whore. Put my c*** in your ass and then shove it down your throat

Tiger:Sent: 04:08 PM 08/29/2009:
Hold you down while i choke you and Fuck that ass that i own

Tiger:Sent: 04:10 PM 08/29/2009:
Then im going to tell you to shut the Fuck up while i slap your face and pull your hair for making noise

Tiger:Sent: 04:21 PM 08/29/2009:
Where do you want to be bitten

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Tiger:Sent: 07:09 PM 09/07/2009:
What do you want to eat

Tiger:Sent: 07:10 PM 09/07/2009:
Anything simple

Tiger:Sent: 07:12 PM 09/07/2009:
No turkey unless it's a club sandwich

 

Fact: Tiger's rehab has been at a private golf facility.

He'll be banging balls and gals with the old fervor within months.

 

FIXED

 

Apropos of nothing, Sergio is the subject of my personal favorite Masters story. I was at the Par 3 Tourney a few years back, right by the tee on the second hole. The players walked by on the left, hit their shots, then bounded down the hill. They're still in a good mood on Wednesdays, signing, posing for pics, etc.

Sergio stops for a pic with a fan, looks up, and sees a fucking smoking hot brunette. Just on fire. He looks at her, and the following exchange happens.

Sergio: Hey, come on over.
Brunette: I don't think so.
Fans, er patrons (including me): Ooooooooh

Suffice to say Sergio didn't smile for the pic, hit his shot, and practically ran down the hill.

 

From the New York Daily News, a sick war reference/comparison:
Steve Fink, who runs AuctionWorld in downtown Augusta, couldn't agree more.

"Tiger is Hiroshima hot right now, and the minute he wins this major he is going supernova," Fink said. "The hot women are going to crave him even more, too."

And then there's this money-hungry attention-hungry porn actress James, who releases all these text messages.

Damn, these people.

 

But John Daly can admit in his book that he and his third wife would go to strip clubs together, and she enjoyed the lap dances as much as he did. Then, they'd bag a couple of the skanks and bring them home while he got in the middle of the four-way. But god forbid any of Daly's zombie fans see a problem with that. Wonder if any of them even read his book. But then, again, he probably didn't either.

 

Brings a new meaning to "shoving his sucess down one's throat."

 

The difference, in case you are struggling with it, is Tiger Woods sold himself as the All-American boy, mr. goodie two shoes the family man.

John Daly has never pretended to be anything other than a drunk who lives life in the fast lane so naturally, those who are fans of his aren't going to be shocked that he was fucking three women at the same time while popping pills and downing a few bourbons...

 

Although I might have phrased the opinion differently, Zag is spot on.