So I'm sitting watching the golf (HSBC Champions) this morning, with the wife (she watches whatever sport I put on.).
Watching Tiger tee off and then stepping back mumbling.
"He is such a sourpuss. He always looks unhappy. Is he always so miserable? It looks like he's going to burst into tears any minute!" she says.
Talent aside, I have to agree. Yesterday he was throwing his driver again.
With all that money and all that fame, perhaps he should begin to work on his personality. Maybe that Scandinavian blonde is not taking "proper care" of him.
Watching Tiger tee off and then stepping back mumbling.
"He is such a sourpuss. He always looks unhappy. Is he always so miserable? It looks like he's going to burst into tears any minute!" she says.
Talent aside, I have to agree. Yesterday he was throwing his driver again.
With all that money and all that fame, perhaps he should begin to work on his personality. Maybe that Scandinavian blonde is not taking "proper care" of him.