So Spake The Cynic

Let's do what Albert Einstein called a "thought experiment." In the experiment, I'm going to make believe I'm Tiger Woods' attorney. I'm meeting with my client a couple of months before the present day, discussing strategy. Tiger says, "I just gotta get back to golf!" To which I thoughtfullly respond, "You know, Tiger, it could help us in the settlement process if your game just turned to crap until we get this thing finalized." Well, this is just an innocent fiction, but Tiger's game did turn into an amazing pile of crap, as he became as bad as he was good. Bad club selection had him hitting short into water hazards and airmailing greens. Putts were going every way but in the cup. Hell, he finished next to last in one tournament!

Fast forward a couple of months to today. First day of the Barclay's tournament around the corner at Ridgewood. The settlement is signed, sealed, and delivered and Tiger cards a 65, six under, to share the lead! It's a Christmas miracle! Well, we'll see what happens over the next three days, but I think I'd be a helluva divorce attorney; almost as good as Tiger's attorney. At least that's the way it seems to me.