Over the July 4 weekend, I along with thousands of other people traveled to Cog Hill in Lemont to see golf phenomenon Tiger Woods play in the Motorola Western Open. A girl about 14 years old standing next to me 50 yards from the sixth tee had brought a pair of binoculars and commented on the action for the crowd. "He's so cute. I can see his ring, it's all, like, engraved, it's so cool. I can see his chain, it's gold for sure...he's eating an apple--he chews funny. He threw the core in the bushes. Omigod," she squawked excitedly, "he's going to the Porta Potti!"
"Oh for Chrissake, will you cut it out!" her father growled.
A few minutes after Tiger passed us by, I saw a group of boys clustered around a middle-aged volunteer marshal. "OK, I'll look, but don't tell anybody," he told them, and headed for the bushes by the portable toilet to see if he could find Tiger's apple core.
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