
Like a laughing, maniacal super-villain of golf, Tiger Woods is returning to the scene of a crime.
I love Tiger Woods. I’m a huge, HUGE fan of his body of beatdown work. But as day one of the US Masters passed it dawned on me that Tiger has crossed over from being merely the best athlete in the world to super villain.
Now, I don’t misunderstand. I don’t want Tiger to be tamed. I do not want his reign to ever, ever end. I will never tire of hearing commentators running out of adjectives. Nor will I ever tire of seeing the looks on the exhausted faces of those forced to bend to his might. This is fun for me. Now I know how all those smart-ass Chicago fans felt when Jordan destroyed my precious LA Lakers. It’s great.
But seriously, Tiger is almost too good for his damn self this season and I’m starting to think it’s official.
He’s crossed over to the dark side. You can’t get that kind of top spin without hanging out with the dark lord of the Sith. I’m not complaining though. Darth Vader was a total badass until Phantom Menace. It’s like Lucas wanted to run his best character into the ground.
So as long as Jar Jar Binks doesn’t show up as Eldrick’s caddy, I’ll feel pretty secure about the next decade being another ten years of Tiger.
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