
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I always thought Stevie Williams was a dude. The type of guy to jump the bleachers and jam a camera phone down your throat just because you were clicking during Tiger's swing. But now I'm not so sure. What kind of caddie would blow the whistle? Fuck holding my clubs, I don't even want to be in the same room as a guy who would go run and tell my wife that I'm slamming chicks at charity events. It's just not cool. It's like a silent agreement amongst dudes. When you go out, everything that happens should just stay out. Oh, you're married with 4 kids and you just made out with the waitress? I didn't see it. It didn't happen as far as I know.
P.S. Obviously Stevie Williams didn't know about Tiger's affairs. He's just a skater from Philly, baby!
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