Get Ready, Motherfuckers
Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 3:47 pm
El Tigre was doing pretty well there for a decade and a half or so, until it turned out he was a douchebag and his professional and personal lives fell apart and everyone pronounced it the end of the Tiger Era.
His game over the past two years has done nothing to silence those critics, as much as he continued to protest that things were coming around, coming around, now that he had time to practice, now that his leg was healthy.
...then he withdrew from Doral two weeks ago, in the last round, due to Achilles heel issues.
Even your faithful narrator, TigerCast 2K12 started to think that, yeah, maybe that was it. Maybe the weight of all of those leg surgeries and all of those Perkins' waitresses was finally too much. That we'd have to put away our pimento cheese sandwiches for good, and find solace only in misty watercolored memories of a man who was a God, before we found out that he was merely a God who was a man. (*)
But even after the withdrawal, he still said he was good to go at this week's Arnold Palmer Invitational.
And he was invited.
And he destroyed everyone. And it was the way he destroyed them. He just hit fairways, great iron shots, and made putts. And when he does that, you're done. Even though he's an old man now -- a dirty old man, we've come to find out -- he is still the man who, if he can hit irons and putts, pack it up. You're done.
He won by five, and it wasn't that close. It was the best he's looked since the salad days of yore.
It was enough, friends, to pull me out of retirement.
So get your pimentos, get your cheese, and get your shit together, because Augusta is in two weeks, and the Man Who Once Was King looks like he's ready to retake the throne.
(*) That's pretty good, actually. Nobody steal that from me.
His game over the past two years has done nothing to silence those critics, as much as he continued to protest that things were coming around, coming around, now that he had time to practice, now that his leg was healthy.
...then he withdrew from Doral two weeks ago, in the last round, due to Achilles heel issues.
Even your faithful narrator, TigerCast 2K12 started to think that, yeah, maybe that was it. Maybe the weight of all of those leg surgeries and all of those Perkins' waitresses was finally too much. That we'd have to put away our pimento cheese sandwiches for good, and find solace only in misty watercolored memories of a man who was a God, before we found out that he was merely a God who was a man. (*)
But even after the withdrawal, he still said he was good to go at this week's Arnold Palmer Invitational.
And he was invited.
And he destroyed everyone. And it was the way he destroyed them. He just hit fairways, great iron shots, and made putts. And when he does that, you're done. Even though he's an old man now -- a dirty old man, we've come to find out -- he is still the man who, if he can hit irons and putts, pack it up. You're done.
He won by five, and it wasn't that close. It was the best he's looked since the salad days of yore.
It was enough, friends, to pull me out of retirement.
So get your pimentos, get your cheese, and get your shit together, because Augusta is in two weeks, and the Man Who Once Was King looks like he's ready to retake the throne.
(*) That's pretty good, actually. Nobody steal that from me.