We're Just Two Lost Souls

Life just isn't fun without Tiger. And I don't mean 2011 Tiger. I mean 2008 Tiger when he was virtually untouchable on a personal, physical and mental level. Dude was a brick wall of dominance. Nothing got to him. Ogling Ed Hochuli was the same. But things done changed. He can't hit a fairway to save his dick and if I used to home run blogs every time I stepped up then now I'm slapping slow dribblers down the 3rd base line all while pulling up lame with a torn hammy. Simply lost out there. No hopes. No dreams. Terrified I won't get my stroke back until el Tigre gets his.