That's Tiger Woods honey... and we're fucked

I did not watch the final round of the PGA. I had a prior commitment. I was up in Connecticut having lunch with some very well-heeled friends of my girlfriend's family.

Usually, the idea of missing the final day of a major, a major with a tie for first and a leaderboard full of bigtime names, to go have quiche in Greenwich would have made me apoplectic. Usually, I would have been forced to turn to my bogus-excuse bag for a whopper.

But yesterday, I must say, it didn't feel like it was worth it. Tiger Woods with the lead on Sunday? Playing with Luke "I'm not afraid of Tiger I swear" Donald? It's amazing they bothered to play the round at all. Just give him the Wanamaker and get on the plane, save yourselves the humiliation.

How do these dudes look Tiger in the eye in the clubhouse? I was watching War of the Worlds last night on HBO, and thinking, this is kind of what golf is like now. Tiger is the big alien arachnid land rover with the all-seeing eye. Everyone else is Tom Cruise, running and hiding and shitting his pants.