Ok, so I have a friend; I won't tell you his name. He works at an airport; I won't tell you which one. He loads luggage for a living and packs the planes; and yes, I'm sure he hates his job -- especially on the extreme weather days. Well, ...

You know what I discovered? I can't be like Tiger. I tried. I tried so very hard. I bought Nike balls. I cupped my hat before I putted. Red shirts on Sundays. I even attempted the fist pump. Still not like him. It ...