Well it turns out Tiger Woods only has an "inflamed facet joint" that is causing his neck pain. Now none of the doctor's will say it but I will, Tiger's neck injury is probably do him constantly looking over his shoulder to see if he is about to be served divorce papers. Or perhaps it is from a lack of sex? Could you imagine how much funnier this story would be if Tiger had a wrist injury? Or blisters on his palm? I still can not believe Nike is not selling "Tiger Woods Blue Balls." Everyone would be playing with those things, except Elin of course.
Things have been tough for Tiger lately (
all-time understatement by me), first his neck, then his swing coach quit, and now TMZ says his wife is lawyering up for the big divorce. My neck would hurt like hell if I was about to lose half of my fortune. To me the most amazing part of this Tiger meltdown since Thanksgiving is Elin still has not officially filed for divorce. I mean this woman must not ever surf the net, watch TV, read newspapers (well no one does anymore), listen to the radio, or talk to her neighbors
(Tiger allegedly got to know one of them well she was part of the 121 he shot).
I could sit go on and on about how traumatic this must be for the kids, but that stuff is not funny. Sure he is technically still the world's Number #1 but he sure does not play like it anymore.
(Could the "Buddha Bracelet" be to blame? Just sayin' ) No one must feel worse about what's happened than PGA Commissioner Tim Finchem. I mean this guy had the world in the palm of his hand as long as Tiger didn't retire, suffer a career ending injury, or as we come to find out screw everything in site. If Tiger does not come out of the funk the PGA Tour will certainly slide back to the sucky TV ratings they used to get when just old white men fell asleep watching it on the weekends. Finchem might want to start thinking about another sports league maybe he could see if Roger Goodell needs any help with the NFL's confusing drug policy.
It's not just Finchem that needs Tiger to be Tiger. The entire world of golf needs him. So he needs to man up and tell Elin to either serve the papers or get over it and be a good wife (for the record I do not believe this). If she says go f#$X yourself well, which she will, at least he will no longer be snapping his sore neck around wondering where and when the papers are coming. Then Tiger should treat himself to a dinner and dessert like he used too at the local Perkins in Orlando because clearly he is not capable of playing Championship golf with blue balls.
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