It really has become a sickening act with Tiger Woods and a golf ball. He can move it like a Jedi Knight, spin it like a witch and boom it like a body-builder.
Not only can he do all that, but he does it with such perfection it is truly poetry in sports motion.
I wrote some things over at Fanhouse, including a a quick recap right after the playoff yesterday and a list of winners and losers from U.S. Open week I put together last night.
It was a damn special week and anyone that even just likes golf dresses enjoyed the battle between Rocco Mediate and Woods. If the British is anything like that, I might have to start taking heart medication.