Used to be when you said the name "Tiger Woods" you'd hear reverential tales of overcoming adversity to conquer one of sport's most closeted insular societies. Woods was the Cinderella story to end all Cinderella stories ‚ÄĒ a man who came from nothing to utterly dominate his chosen field. Then he kinda had a problem staying faithful to his crazy-hot Swedish wife. These things happen. They don't happen to the vast majority of everyone who's ever lived, but they happen. HycoSpeed thought he'd be that guy and bring up Mr. Woods' indiscretions in a lovely story about some drunken pirates on a golf course, saying:

We hear Nike's considering sponsoring this kind of thing.