…but the HGH will.
If you have read Clubhouse Cancer for a while, you probably know that I’m a big fan of Tiger Woods. The reason I guess I’m disappointed is mainly because of his choices in paramours. He chose every fame-whore, orange trash, golddigger West of the Mississippi. I mean, how did this scandal even happen? OK, it started with the fight with his wife over the Rachel girl. Fine. I get it. But why the hell did all these other ho’s crawl on their knees to the media? Just for the dough? Getting paid scale on Today is that big of a deal? It can’t be for the fame. These bim’s don’t even have names, just freaking #’s. They are the unfunny punch line to a collective national joke. In a year, Tiger Woods will still be the most famous athlete alive, still the great man, and these chicks will be blowing VH1 mailroom kids just to be considered for Rock of Love 8.
Anyway.
While I might be a fan of Woods’, it doesn’t mean that I have overlooked the fact that I always thought he was/is on HGH. While any performance enhancing drug might not help a guy with Tiger’s hand/eye coordination, they would give him greater ability to not only hit his monster fairway irons, but give him greater lower body strength to help rescue some of those monster errant drives. Also, if you look at him, he just has that HGH-y look about him, if you know what I mean. Cough cough…Albert Pujols has it too…cough, cough. Would it really surprise anyone that someone with Tiger Woods’ level competitive fire might just need the extra edge of a substance that the PGA Tour does not test for? (golf.com)
