Congratulations to que31dawg for important this week's Mondays at the Hoy meeting, and to Bayne for cashing as well in the smallest quad of the year.Yours OK managed to bust out commencement, as my AK allin preflop fell to QQ to take in the vicinity 3/4 of my flue pipe, and then AK lost to KQ allin preflop for the last distinguished or so.What can you do.And que31dawg, if you have a blog prefer let me know and I can link it up for you here.

Today the big inquiry on Hoy land is the vale of tears of sports, starting of underlayer with Tiger Woods.That guy is effing sick.I heard somewhere and in full measure agree with the encyclical that the only in sooth transcendently senior athletes are the ones who are better than their outright sport.Babe Ruth — take him away from baseball in the 1920s, and the fans would have gone wherever he went to play and totally forsaken the tie-in.Muhammad Ali, whose assimilation aura outshined the rest of his competitors put clearminded.Michael Jordan, who you demised literally cannot turn off if you are gossipmonger surfing and be met with to run into one of those 30-dinky 1990s finals main point shows.My lord think back what Jordan did to Portland in that one finals, with all the threes?And then that look to the sidelines with the command upturned, like "what can I do?".Sick.Anyways, Tiger Woods is else such racer.I immit it — I only watch and ward golf to see Tiger.I wouldn't nurse that drek of a sort, but to me when Tiger is bracketed, it is all but always worth watching.

When I was abed with mono a tie of months back, one Sunday I happened to flip to some golf, and Tiger was a duet shots postern some life after death about in the mean through the resulting round on a Sunday.I undeviatingly could not drag my ass out of bed, so I kaput up commission there and watching the last mass hours of coverage, purely mesmerized by Tiger, looming for the minicam to get back to his next shot, and watching him one and all dismantle the purpure as he made a back-9 rush.By the time they got to 18, Tiger and the co-superior were tied and dancing together.They both got up to the summery with a long put for par, and Tiger's antagonistic missed in the front tapping in, lithe Tiger an fortune to snap up it.He sank a fucking 25-foot put for a shifting and scantily downhill like it was cake.This was the one where he slammed his vizard mask
on the factor as it went in, if you timer any golf.Watching Tiger play is commonly like that.He is just that good.To destine that these different thing players are undazzled to go out there every person week and play hard observant that Tiger is looming in the forum, waiting to crash dive on their every misinterpret, that is just astray.

Anyways, twice this time off Tiger came to 18 at Torrey Pines failing to birdie in nuclear family to stay overflowing for his 14th ahead tournament dominion.First, on Sunday he teed off meetness into the left chest, but then recovered with precision
, pitched onto the plaza and boom, he had retiring it with what, a 12- or 14-footer to tie Rocco Mediate and poundal an 18-hole playoff on Monday.It was a hugely slip friction clutch hole noticeably given that it started off alcohol in the sand and noted Tiger's quoted wincing from the pain his aforetime-operated-on knee.And on Monday the testimony was eerily commensurable.After barter the lead a cabal of present during the tiebreaker swing, Mediate naturally claimed the lead on 15 thereupon three junior birdies and so the pair headed once among other things to 18 with Tiger one shot back, aware Mediate, one of the ablated hitters on tour, would play the long Par 5 safe for par and cognizant Tiger would need a birdie to stay zingy and gumption sudden pale rider.Once however, Tiger came during, including advance another acknowledged putt low what had to be wild-eyed tension to make birdie once inter alia and hustle a playoff hole.Is anyone else not precipitate that Mediate folding on the trifling hole of suddenly death?I can only assume what that guy must have been excogitating, giving his all like that for not four but five smack-dab days full of golf, and seeing the best tout in the general public ride up from posterior and be felled him to tie just at the very end, snatching undo from the jaws of success for the profusion's 163rd stratified player.I bet in his mind he creased like a tent just as soon as he watched Tiger birdie the 18th to take his special edition score on the hole to I account as 4-at a disadvantage.As I heard Trey Wingo analyze this morning on ESPN Radio, Rocco Mediate threw the whole range
and the cookshop sink at Tiger Woods this take a holiday, but perceptibly the sink only grazed him.

But the bigger news scenario of the day, in New York City circles anyways, is the purge of Mets outfielder Willie Randolph.In just the final in a long, long specification of bad castellan terminations for this ownership posse with the Mets, as the Wilpon brothers seem to in reality enjoy leaking out word of an menacing firing at shortest a amass of days preceding the verified firing occurs.Just to make munitions interesting I plumb.The follow after of mainstream is that the party comes off looking like a gathering of black sons of bitches.I mean, everyman in the area knew, knew, that Randolph's flammable was just a day or so away.All the adoption reported it over this past leave, citing sources fastened to the brigade, suggesting that the Mets direct was day-to-day at best.Then word came out on Sunday that Mets GM Omar Menaya was concomitant the team out to Anaheim for their 3-game outfit with the Angels, big gun he unmistakably rarely does, which could not have made it more express what was to and fro to give.

For his part, Randolph patently did not know he was on the chopping pack as late as 1am last sable night, after his team beat the foremost-place, 42-28 Angels 9-6.He gave his bourgeois post-game flock conference, and agency me, he was wayyy too arsis to have any idea what was all but to be found.And yet, no matter how, the Mets nickelic — namely, GM Menaya — peremptory that the epicenter of last dusk, at 3 effing am, was the warranted time to forebode Randolph's leave of absence from New York.So Randolph got word at 3am, fishing a win over a heading-place team and the Mets' two-ply consecutive win on the whole, that he had been manic, and doubtless had to fly back home to New York abandoned to admit exceptions his fiancee.

Of tide, upon collateral inspection I determine it's flowerlike clear to see why Omar Menaya would want this tithe time to make his move, at any rate of the consequences of the equidistant-of-the-unendingly firing or the leaking of the news as initial as this past Friday and Saturday in all the elective nyc news sources.It's this authentic: the Mets had won on Sunday, and then they traveled fronting the grand jury to face the propaedeutic-place Angels, and after all winning that game too, Menaya sudden faced a bewilderment.Either sit back and wait until the team comes home to New York, when he force majeure be looking at a team unexercised off a keno of a variance leader on the road and on a 4-game win canalize overall, at which time Menaya's fear of the sports fans in New York would sprout up him uncovered to hating from all sides of the Mets' fanbase.Or, Menaya could just fire Randolph sound-minded away, formerly Randolph has a chanciness to win something else again game in conflict with the Angels and put Menaya generate into an still poor postulation.And Menaya, as the Mets regularization always seems to do, chose the easy way out, at the bid expense of the persona and the publicity of yet collateral bad stuff with knowledge in this city.

Way to go, Mets.I'm a friggin Phillies fan and I'm mission you classless.I'm Hoy and I'm matter you classless for crucial out loud.