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THEY GET BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT GETS EVEN BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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There, I said it. I was going to say it after he missed the cut at the British Open. Y.E. Yang's takedown of Eldrick at the PGA Championship on Sunday (The Win and the Yang? Choking Tiger, Hidden Dragon?) leaves no doubt in my mind.

Eldrick is finished.

At least as far as the all-time majors winner is concerned. Notice how I call him, "Eldrick?" That's because he's no longer the Tiger Woods that stormed to 14 majors by the age of 32.

Here are the top five reasons why "Eldrick" has replaced "Tiger" and will fall short of the still-Golden Bear.

No. 5: Fatherhood. Knowing Eldrick as well as I do ...  ... just waiting for the laughter ...I get the impression he's not a bad guy. He's never been accused of shooting himself in the leg at a club, making it rain at a strip club, taking female hormones, mistreating animals of any kind, doing anything improper in restaurants with patrons or in hotel rooms with hotel personnel. All he's done is curse ... and perhaps pass gas.

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I can't dribble, so full-court makes me look like an even shitter dribbler. One of my favorite dribbling techniques is to get a rebound, then take a few steps and crouch down, protecting the ball. I'll try to pass it to a teammate, then it'll get stolen. That's how I work.

One of the things I've noticed about street-balling is that there are two kinds of defense: physical and voice. "Physical D" is obvious: that's you actually playing defense. "Voice D" is when you're too tired to get to the basket, so you scream something random at your man when he's trying to score.

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No athlete has transcended his sport the way the man with the most famous fist pump ever has transcended the game of golf. Countless fans tune in to golf tournaments only to check Tiger's progress. His popularity has made several other golfers rich because of his appeal as a marketing instrument.

Sure, soccer start Cristiano Ronaldo can attract a crowd of 80,000 to Madrid's Santiago Bernabeu for his introduction as a member of Real Madrid, but no casual soccer fans (is there such a thing?) tune in just to watch Ronaldo or any other soccer player.

Kobe Bryant?  LeBron James? Though Kobe apparently is doing quite well as Yao Ming's replacement in China, he's about five more consecutive titles away from erasing his tarnished 2004.

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First there was Jordan. He coined the tongue out of the mouth. He was Mr. Cool. A smooth pump of his fist when he nailed a game winning jumper was all he needed. There was no question of whether it was a genuine reaction. Jordan was all natural.

Next came Tiger. In a sport where serenity and calmness were of the utmost importance, he let emotion run free. Woods perfected the fist-pump and it became an instinct for him everytime an improbable putt fell in the cup. Tiger is all natural.

Now, in the 2009 playoffs, the cameras seem to always find Kobe's scowl. His baracuda like jaw juts forward and a somewhat awkward and painful expression is created. There is a difference in the intensity of an athlete and an athlete looking mad. Kobe looks mad. Kobe is artificial.

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Hidden back in Orlando’s seemingly out-of-place hills, this course makes the bad traffic, big bugs and eclectic dumping of transient residents all go away. Florida is a pancake that generally leave you wishing for just a small speed bump to hike up but somehow the Big JC managed to grace this particular area of Florida with some breathtaking views from the haphazardly place medium sized mountains. Bill Core and Ben Crenshaw are masters of creating greens that golf aficionados pine for. Since 1986, they’ve built some of the most respected courses all over the world. I have only played Sugarloaf and did so before they even had the paths completed.

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On a heavenly Easter Sunday at Augusta National, golf fans stopped waiting for the roars and the fun to return, stopped waiting for the choir to come back to church; Argentina, meanwhile, stopped waiting for the green jacket it first set eyes on 31 years ago, when Roberto De Vicenzo inadvertently signed for a higher score and finished second by a stroke.  "After what happened with Robert (in 1968), golf increased a lot in Argentina," fellow Argentine Andres Romero told Golfweek through a translator, biting his nails while watching his friend survive a sudden-death playoff with Perry and Chad Campbell. "And I can't imagine what will happen now with this victory with golf in Argentina."

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