Random Acts of Innuendo

Okay, this made me giggle like a little school girl. 

Prenups and Tiger Woods -- Mo Money, Mo Money, Mo

Exclusive footage of new playable characters in Tiger Woods PGA '11 has come out. I hear that downloadable content will include different 2:30 AM costumes, a dozen cars to crash besides the Escalade, and a minigame where you have to text a certain number of booty calls before Elin finds your Blackberry. Fun for the whole family.

I'm thinking I'm not the only one suffering from extreme Tiger fatigue. It's tiresome, and I don't plan to blog about it anymore. But the long and short of it is that Tiger is an arrogant moron. As we were preparing for a conference yesterday, I talked to a couple of co-workers about Tiger. These were middle-aged African-American women, smart and opinionated, but based in a certain level of reality that sheltered golf icons seldom experience. "Tiger doesn't know how to cheat." "You let someone else set up your hook-up, you don't send 300 sex texts, cuz you're going to get caught sooner or later." True enough. Tiger's probably got an entourage with enough people to fill an amphitheatre. You'd think one guy could be "Trim Coordinator." Give him one of those Secret Service earpieces, a clipboard, and a strong pimp hand to keep the bitches in line, and send him on his way.