Ahhhh. The Masters. One of the few times Mrs. Tilam becomes a sports widow. An enjoyable ending, which was very much in doubt until the final few holes. And, as I predicted, Lefty won. He is now half way to a Tiger Slam and looked quite comfortable doing it. Old Phil would have done something extraordinarily stupid to miss his chance, but he was pretty poised and confident. The chip on 15 sealed it for him and was a shot that would have went into the water five years ago.
My heart was pulling for Fred Couples. He was striking the ball really well but could not putt worth a damn. (Tiger and Vijay seemed to suffer the same problem.) After the birdie on 13 out of the shit, I thought he had regained his confidence, but I guess not. Great effort.
Duke Lacrosse. While the results are not in, it is starting to look like a textbook case of racism, but not the one originally put forth. Can you say Tawana Brawley? If her story turns out to be fake, I do hope justice is served. Keep up with this story by visiting Duke New Sense.
Finally, Anne Benson has withdrawn her divorce petition. It seemed all those guys outside her door were not an attentive landscaping company, but the grounds crew from the Orioles.
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