Bless me father for I have sinned. I have led my flock astray with false prophecies.
    Last week I told you, O faithful reader, that Tiger Woods didn’t stand a chance at winning the US Open. His knee would never hold up over 72 holes and he’d be long out of it by the time Sunday evening rolled around. But once again, Tiger proved the naysayers to be nitwits — and I have no problem being included in that group.
    I think it’s rather on the safe side to call Woods the greatest golfer of all time. He did his best Happy Gilmore impression this weekend by striking the ball, then doubling over in agony as his knee cried for mercy. The only difference is Woods was winning one of the toughest golf tournaments in the world and Adam Sandler was merely acting. Tiger’s performance was truly one for the ages.  
    Will he win today in golf's form of sudden death? Does it matter in considering that this is one of the greatest performance's in sports history? Is it too late to change my prediction to slyly break even? I think not. Go Tiger go!
    Record that could be two more up or two more down on by the end of today: 15-21.

Day for Fathers
    I can’t miss the opportunity this week to hope each and every father had a wonderful weekend.
    It’s my belief that every single one of us that loves sports has been influenced to some degree by his or her father.
    In said case, I hate the designated hitter, am opposed to instant replay, love hockey, don’t favor the Los Angeles Dodgers because they should still be in Brooklyn and for the longest time believed crowds yelled “CHARGE!” because they planned to pay with credit at the ball park.
    In sports, our fathers help us hate the things they hate, respect the things the respect and explain the things they have no explanation for. They’re there for all the clichés — playing catch, explaining the infield fly rule, becoming a tackling dummy, imitating the world’s worst goalkeeper or auditioning for the Washington Generals basketball team.
    So here’s to you dad, may I be as influential on my offspring as you were.

College World Series, Sans World
    I was disappointed when none of the smaller schools advanced to this year’s College World Series — your Coastal Carolina’s, Cal State Irvine’s and the like.
    It’s always fun to root for the little guy, but this year there is no little guy. Sure, Rice is one of the smallest D-I schools there is. The Owls, however, have become a national power. Fresno State is the bracket’s biggest underdog — but not exactly a community college is terms of size.
    North Carolina, LSU, Stanford, Miami, Florida State and Georgia continue to have success in all the other major sports, so why should they continue to do so at the CWS?
    There’s no rhyme or reason to picking a winner in this thing. The sound of the ping in the Omaha sky and there’s no telling as to how far the ball will fly. I’ll roll with Florida State to give them their first baseball title.