Shirtless Tiger Woods photos may fuel steroid speculations
Prime Writer
by Kevin V
January – 5 – 2010
In the new February 2010 issue of Vanity Fair, a buff, Tiger Woods is seen on the cover, shirtless and with well defined abs. The issue will be available nationwide on January 12, 2010.
The photo reveals Tiger holding dumbbells and the photo shoot was meant to portray the athlete’s strength and determination. Unfortunately, the photos might cause more speculation that the athlete has been using steroids.
The rumors were also fueled by Los Angeles Times Sports Columnist Bill Plaschke suspicions that Tiger might be guilty of doping. Plaschke first made the allegations approximately two years ago and stated that he felt that Tiger Woods looked like Barry Bonds from the back…
Before I left, I was speculating about Tiger Woods’ Madonna Prostitute Complex based on his choice of loose women. I’ve been mildly obsessed with Iran since I got back, but I checked in on Tiger, and saw that the mistress count was in the teens now – all "easy" ladies. I got to thinking what might explain this sex-addiction that seems to predominate in his life and landed on the idea of androgenic steroids. If you put tiger woods steroids into Google®, there’s stuff to read, sure enough. Male hormones turn up the sex drive, sure enough. That’s what they’re for…
And it’s the "Who knew?" part of this story that makes it interesting. You can’t do all of that in a super-public life under the nose of your wife without some help. We know about some friend accompanying Rachel to Australia. But it takes a lot more than one old friend to bring off such a thing. And the steroids? How did that work? Tiger Woods is beginning to look like a Bernie Madoff kind of character. And now, he’s reported to be off getting treated in Arizona [that would likely be at The Meadows].
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
And I’ll raise you:
And I’ll call with
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The bard folds. I bet he’ll be miffed if it turns out you guys are bluffing. At least T.S. E. wasn’t in the game.
Actually, it’s the bard 2 out of 3. And you’re right – he’s lucky TSE didn’t try to buy the pot!