Anyone who watched the end of the 4th round of the US Open had to just love it. Tiger makes me want to be half black/half asian/quarter cherokee/third jewish.
Post round, tiger, with a smile, says, ya, i took some pain killers to deal with that knee pain. Dude was hopped up on vicodin and still sank that sick putt.
In response to fool's post, I am really looking forward to alt tabbing between work and si.com.
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He didn't do too badly for himself in the lady department either, even if she's a lousy cook.
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