Got up early this morning and did Cardio X, and then did Ab Ripper X tonight after work. It was the first time the whole round I got up early to do a workout. And by early I mean 5:30. I was struggling to stay awake at 10 in the morning sitting at my desk, but i made it to lunch and felt okay the rest of the day. My lesson with Nori was great. He has some funny stories about his year and a half in America. What a place.
Open letter to Tiger:
Honestly, I am stunned by what is going on with you. I dunno. It's not the adultery, really. Like you said, no-one's perfect, and you're only human. It's the stupidity. So you want to get your end wet. You've got all the money in the world, just get a real expensive prostitute. I'm sure there's a ultra-discreet service that caters for you billionaire athletes. You do not give your phone number to cocktail waitresses and leave voice mails and send texts about how you are going to wear them out etc. Holy shit.
Get out of there. Get out of that world. Making computer games, going on Ellen, doing ads for Gillette, hanging out with A-Rod or Charles Barkley or whatever. Drop it. They are good at their sport, you are Mozart. Genius born to play golf. What the fuck are you doing messing around with skanks who save your mails and messages for the day they can hire a publicist and sell them to the highest bidder? Your wife sounds like a bitch. Give her what she wants and leave her. Move to Europe, study your craft. Buy a factory and make your own clubs, balls, clothes. Design courses like you say you want to. Fuck Nike. You think they wouldn't dump you like a wet bag of shit tomorrow if they could? Jesus Christ, the whole world is yours and you are doing this.
Soak it up, Tiger. In a couple of weeks everyone will be looking for the scars on your face while you apologize to the millions of deadbeats like me who feel betrayed. All you have now is golf. Don't fuck it up.
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