Maybe it’s the Tiger Woods curse. The world’s greatest golfer befriends and mentors young Rory McIlroy, a chief rival and rising superstar, and next thing you know the boyish McIlroy is walking off the course in mid-tournament after plopping yet another shot into the water. His reputation may not recover. The same might be said about Woods’ golfing partner of February 17. “He’s got an amazing touch,” Woods devilishly said of Barack Obama’s game afterward. It was a turning point. For once the press was irate over being excluded from the president’s country-clubbing, and it made no sense for him to be luxuriating while otherwise committed to a fear-mongering campaign about the coming sequester. He played the wrong political club, it may be said.
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He’s good. Very good. Oh, what might’ve been.
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Leave me alone. Leave us all alone.
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