I'm baaaaaaaack, sort of

I haven't posted in a long time, done in by the Scott Brown election, but my daughter tells me she misses my posts, and I like to make my children happy. So in December the world was going mad over Tiger Woods. Tiger frenzy has subsided a bit, especially after the Masters, where although he played well, he didn't win. I watched some of the Masters. For some reason, I find golf on TV strangely compelling. Unless a player is complete toad, I tend to want the ball to go in the cup. Tom Watson reached Toad status by saying something snarkey about Obama at an awards ceremony, and Retief Goosen is a permanent member of the Toad Club, along with Vijay Singh. Reteif for his mean and incorrect comments about Tiger dogging it during a tournament and making out that his knee was a problem. Tiger went on to have knee surgery and miss months of playing. Vijay Singh just for his generally stupid comments about women. But no longer is the press fulminating about all Tiger's transgressions, but perhaps since I don't read the tabloids, I am blissfully unaware of the latest woman claiming to have sex with him. One of the more disturbing aspects about Tiger was his brief hire of ARI FLEISHER!!! My god, not Ari. Who on earth would want ole Ari as their spokesperson. I guess Tiger's thinking was that if Ari could keep the public from uprising against the Idiot Prince, he could even represent Satan or at least the Pope. He must have figured his transgressions pale in comparison to those of the Bush administration, so why not give Ari a whirl. However, Ari blessedly disappeared from the scene, which was a great relief.