Enter mistress 9,973: Devon James
Wait, isn’t Devon James a porn person? Why yes, she is. (You see, I have trouble referring to them as stars. So, I politely opt for person. No respecter of gender.)
Momentarily forget the fact that Woods is in preparation for Golf’s Greatest Event; Devon James decided it was time to let yet another cat out of the Tiger bag. Apparently, she had all kinds of sugar with Woods–so she says. Sugar that even included get-togethers with additional lady friends.
Clearly, we know Tiger was into the porn person variety, and fo’ sho’, he saw them more as targets and conquests, rather than sexual partners or secret lovers, but Devon James? Really?
I’m looking forward to a date, five years down the road when Tiger’s golf bag finally comes forward, stating that they copulated on the course every Wednesday morning. What am I saying, here? We get it, ladies. He had sex with all of you. Give it a rest. Nobody cares anymore. It has lost its edge.
But, wow! The Masters are going to be an entertaining event this year, aren’t they?! Do you think there will be a single stroke played by Woods that isn’t aired? Every. Single. Stroke. All eyes on Tiger, just the way he likes it. All it will take is one zealous Tiger-hater to take it to the next level. The dude has always been a borderline-jerk on the course, and I just get the feeling he’s going to be put to the test in April.
I sound evil. As if I hope he fails. Not even close. I hope he shatters his own course record. Takes the jacket. Cries like a baby on Sunday afternoon’s 18th green. We’ll see what happens.
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