Call Me “Tiger”
By that, I mean you can call me “Tiger,” which is far different from “Call me, Tiger.” I’m not his type. Or am I? Where were YOU when Tiger gave his apology? (“I am a golfing robot. Malfunction. Malfunction. Abort mission! Abort mission!”) If I see one more reporter treating this absurd story like it was 9-11, I’m going to put on a red golf shirt, a black Nike hat and hold a press conference... Read More
