If you were stuck this weekend without tv in Outer Mongolia, you missed the best US Open in its 100+ year history. In one of the grittiest performances ever, Tiger fought off a determined, yet unlikely challenger, Rocco Mediate, just weeks after serious knee surgery to win America's national championship. I watched all 5 days (91 holes!!!) with my Dad. Awesome.In perhaps a bit of self-indulgent & self-promoting prophecy, I spent the 5 hours after the tournament ended informing anyone that crossed my path that "I'm Tiger Woods." Yeah, yeah. I know what you're thinking, and in a way, you're right, but in another way, I'm right. I may not be Tiger Woods . . . . . . . . . . . . . . YET.
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