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Saturday, April 01, 2006 at 1:04 AM

How I Came to Know Tiger

An amazing thing happened to me several months ago, but I was hesitant to write about it due to the sensitive nature of the topic. However, after realizing the low-profile nature of this site, I now feel comfortable telling my story...

As a member of Shady Canyon Country Club in Irvine, CA, I try to work out in their 1st-class gym at least once a week. On one such morning, I was working out when none other than Tiger walked in!

Since it was very early in the morning and it was during the holidays, there was only Tiger and myself in the free weight section. He initiated a conversation with me when he sat down at a weight bench and said, "Morning." I reciprocated and then he asked me, "Hey Bud (that's not my name, but he could call me Alice if he wanted), you mind spotting for me here?"

Although my nerves disabled most of my motor functions, I managed to say, "Sure thing T." In knee-jerk reaction, I cringed at myself for being such a jackass to call the great Tiger by only his first letter. I mean, I just met the guy. What right did I have to call him anything else but "your royal golf highness"? I thought to myself, just act normal you imbecile. Once I composed myself, I dropped my 10 pound barbells and came to his aid.

We actually spent quite a bit of time working out together and talking. It turns out that we actually have a lot in common. The key icebreaker was the revelation that we attended rival colleges. He attended Stanford while I attended Cal. As we engaged in some playful trash talking, I realized that Tiger is a really cool and down-to-earth guy. He has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor that had me in stitches.

After he was done working out he asked me, "Hey Bud, I have a tee time here at 10:30am, you wanna join me?" I felt like I had won the lottery. I looked around for cameras to check whether I was about to be Punk'd by Ashton Kutcher. When Mr. MILF didn't show up, I knew that it was legit. Unfortunately, I had to be at work by 9:30am to deliver a big presentation. There was no question what I had to do...I had to make that tee time.

After calling in sick and effectively tossing my career down the drain, I met up with Tiger at the cart loading bay. Noticing my bag full of Nike Blades glistening in the sun he quipped, "Nice irons."

"Well, I saw Michelle Wie playing with these and I just had to have a set of my own."

He flashed that world-famous Cheshire Cat smile and acknowledged, "That was a good one." After he put his wallet in his bag he continued, "So you wanna make it interesting?"

"Are you kidding me? You better give me at least 30 strokes a side!"

He laughed and asked about my handicap. I gave him a well-sandbagged figure and he said, "OK, how about I give you 10 strokes a side Bud?" Only 10 strokes! I usually shoot in the mid-90s on this course from the tips whereas Tiger would easily break 70. I figured I needed at least 14 stokes a side. I couldn't believe it, but Tiger was trying to hustle me!

But after some negotiating, I managed to extract 16 strokes a side! Satisfied, I said, "Well, what are we playing for?"

"You name it. I think I can cover it." I laughed as I pondered his offer. Considering that I was getting 32 strokes, I knew that I actually had a good shot at beating Tiger if I just played smart.

"If I win, how about I get to hang out with you for the next couple of days as your 'personal assistant'?"

He chuckled and remarked, "Don't you have a job to get back to?"

"Actually, I probably don't now!"

After some thought he said, "Well, I already have a couple of assistants, but I guess I could always use another. What do I get if I win?" I thought about it for a while, but what could I possibly give Tiger that would mean anything? He must have came to the same conclusion because he said, "Oh, don't worry about it, let's just play!"

I have always considered Tiger to be the primary member of my "dream foursome." So to actually play with Tiger is truly a dream come true. And the experience didn't disappoint. He is the most amazing golfer, period. To describe every incredible golfing feat that I witnessed during our round would fill a book. Let me just say that I was in awe all day.

On the final hole I needed a double-bogey to win by a stroke. I was nervous beyond belief, and the constant ribbing by the best golfer of all-time didn't help. But I managed to hack it around good enough for a bogey and a win! Ecstatic over my victory, I gladly offered to void our silly little wager. He would have none of it. He insisted, "A bet's a bet Bud. You won fair and square. Now let's go get some grub."

We cleaned up and then headed to the clubhouse for lunch. The hostess led us to a table that was occupied by two stunning blondes. Not just blondes, but identical blondes! I was shocked. Tiger could only laugh at my bewilderment and then introduced me to his wife, Elin and her twin sister, Josie. Could this be for real? For a moment I considered whether Tiger was so rich that he had bought a human cloning machine!

It turns out that the twin Swedes are both very sweet and almost too friendly. Surprisingly, I really hit it off with Josie. Unlike most women that are completely out of my league, she laughed at all my jokes and took a genuine interest in my stories.

After lunch, Tiger had to take care of some business at the GM PR office in Thousand Oaks. However, he called for a car to take us up to Beverly Hills for an extravagant shopping spree. He simply instructed us to call the number on the back of his Amex Black card when we were about 15 mins. away from our destination. Upon our arrival, two personal shoppers greeted us and escorted us to Rodeo Drive. I felt like a rock star shopping at the hippest boutiques accompanied by twin blonde bombshells!

After our shop-a-thon, we met up with Tiger at LAX. Straight out of a Puff Daddy video, our car pulled right up to a Gulfstream 550 private jet! Only then did I learn that we were to fly back to his Isleworth home. Things were moving so fast that I didn't begin to question what was going on. It was only on the plane that I started to think about my life back home. What would I do about my job, my car, my clothes, etc? I explained my concerns to Tiger and he said, "Don't worry about that stuff, Bud. Just hang out with us and everything will take care of itself. You can stay at my guesthouses as long as you want." I couldn't believe my ears as the stewardess was filling my glass with bubbly.

The rest is history. In a million years, I never would have imagined that my life could change so dramatically in such a short time from a chance encounter. I now have a new job as Tiger's personal financial manager. In short, I monitor Tiger's expenses on the road. As a result, I've become a full-fledged member of his entourage and I get to travel with him all over the world. The only bad part of my job is that I've also been designated the "dog-sitter". Tiger likes to take that damn border collie of his wherever he goes and I'm the one who has to take care of it. There's nothing more in the world that I'm allergic to than pet dander and I think that Tiger assigned me this responsibility on purpose to drive me nuts. But hey, we all have to make some sacrifices, right?

It's been quite a whirlwind adventure and I am rapidly becoming close friends with the World's #1. In fact, there's a realistic chance that I may become his future brother in-law. Yes, things are going fabulously with Josie and me. We're even discussing moving in together into one of Tiger's newly planned guest homes! My life has never been better. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to pack my bags for my first trip to Augusta!

P.S. With all my travel and other obligations, I'll likely be completely offline for at least a week. So please don't be upset if I can't respond to your emails in a timely manner.


Anonymous sirstick said...

;-)))) Nice story, if it weren't April 1st!  


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy April fools to you too. :-)  


Blogger mediaguru @ HookedOnGolfBlog.com said...

Man. You are my idol. When you get a chance, ask Tiger what he thinks about the new Masters ball:



Anonymous Jeff said...

Great story and "AF" to you too.  


Blogger Eric said...

Nice April Fools day joke. I never really believed you, but you did have me wondering for a few minutes.  


Anonymous Anonymous said...

u can really write one focking good april poof story.  


Anonymous Anonymous said...

AHHH april 1 can have such nice fantasies  


Anonymous Erik said...

My guess is this was an April Fools Joke. If not then can I be your assistant?

However. I found this story to be extremly well written and you should think about publishing it in Golf Magazine or something like that.

Good work if it's true and if not, good work too.  


Blogger Jat said...

its funny, the same thing happened to me at Sherwood last week!  


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, right!  


Anonymous Bryan said...

You have got to be fucking kidding me! Is this real?

I need to see a picture of you two, unless that is you in the boat with him, his wife, and her sister?  


Anonymous Bryan said...

ugh! I can't believe I just fell for that. Damnit! I never even saw the date of this posting :)



Anonymous Anonymous said...

If only I hadn't looked at your entry date!! I was living it right with you, even the "dog" part. When the tune, "what kind of fool am I" started going thru my head, I realized the terrible truth. Good try!! Rich from Colorado  


Blogger John Hansen said...

Good one. Had me for about 2 minutes.  


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Blogger GolfNomad said...

Looking forward to the next chapter. :)  


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Haha.. good one. You had me until the shopping spree with two blonds. :)



Blogger dave said...

Since I read this a few days late, I was taken in for a few paragraphs. The job thing gave it away.  


Blogger Pete D. said...

I am an avid reader of your blog - have one myself that I haven't updated in some time. I was actually buying into the story for a while then I looked up at the date and realized, I fell for the April Fool's joke - almost.

Keep up the good work. Love the blog!  


Anonymous Pretty Pretty said...

Goddamit! You had me for most of it, then I saw the picture, the date...you had me, Bud.  


Blogger Tomyreno said...

What a stud! Next will be surrogate father for your new pal.
I can't wait to hear what happened from this April 1st till the next April fools day.
I'm guessing either the other readers are slow or haven't gotten it yet.
Great job.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey man, if this story is true, then Go Bears! I graduated from Cal in 2000 and it's always nice to see a fellow Bear doing well in the world.



Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice post. Just a little far fetched.  


Blogger Orikinla Osinachi. said...

"your royal golf highness"?
That should be included in the New English Dictionary!

I really took my time to sit back and read this well written "Wildest Dream" as Oprah Winfrey calls it.

I am not only jealous, but also wishing to close my starry brown eyes and open them to see you and I exchanging pleasantries with Tiger.

I don't mind to be your caddie for only one month!

What are you going to get me from your trip?
If Tiger could be so good to you, would it be too much to ask you for a special gift autographed by Tiger?

I am happy for you.

God bless.  


Anonymous andrena said...

Oh my God! Talk about being in the right place at the right time!!!
Best wishes and keep us posted!  


Blogger dmc_in_LA said...

good April Fool's Day story.  


Anonymous Wedgehead said...


But..but..I'm reading this on 4/10?

No pre-Masters post???

No post-Masters post???  


Anonymous JJVP said...

Somehow, the last line of your post was deleted. But don't worry, here it is:

"and then the alarm when off"  


Blogger msthilaire said...

You had me up till you said you beat him in golf....  


Anonymous Anonymous said...


wow it must be really cool living out your dream with tiger

you should ask him if he wants to join me in my mansion on mars.

p.s. dont worry about travel expenses, i'll cover it cos im a gazilionaire

also, i am reading this post 8 months late, so a late april fools to u to, nice post there!  


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was reading this thinking, "Dam, I'm lame. Why doesn't anything this awesome ever happen to me."

Then you went on a shopping spree with a hot blonde and got all P.Diddy'd out...

Terrific April Fool's story. Thanks for the good read.  


Anonymous johnzo said...

damn i fell for it all until i started reading the comments! fantastic read... almost felt like i was living the journey for a split second - now back to work for me!  


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