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Review of Wachovia Center, Home of the Philadelphia 76ers

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Review originally published on Stadium Journey.

 

The Wachovia Center is the home of the Philadelphia 76ers and Flyers. Built near the soon to be demolished Spectrum, it is part of the massive Philadelphia Sports Complex, which includes Lincoln Financial Field, home of the NFL’s Eagles, and Citizens Bank Park, home of the two time defending National League Champion Phillies.

 The first of the three to be built, the Wachovia Center is all glitz and glamour, but it lacks the Spectrum’s soul.

Here is the FANFARE rating for WACHOVIA CENTER:

Food & Beverage: 5 (out of 5)

Wow. You name it, it’s here. You like cheesesteaks? Check. You like good BBQ? Check. You like Chickie’s and Pete’s crab fries? You better, because if you don’t, you and me are gonna fight. It’s all here. Tremendous selection in food and beer, including a gluten free beer, reasonably priced at a little over seven bucks on average. There are two full bars, PJ Whelihans, no food served but full bar service and the AT&T Pavilion.

 The Pavilion has Campo’s (Cheesesteaks) and Chickie’s and Pete’s (sandwiches and crab fries. Just get some, trust me.) It also has a full bar which serves, for the outrageous price of $11, a hand cut roast beef sandwich with sides. I mean, it’s probably the best roast beef sandwich you’ll ever have, it is literally hand cut before your eyes, but I have a hard time justifying paying eleven bucks for a sandwich. The Pavilion is open two hours before and after each game which makes it a great place to hang out.

Atmosphere: 3

 The Spectrum was intimate. You and 19,000 of your closest friends would go and get behind the Sixers and will them to victory sometimes.

 The Wachovia Center is nice. It’s very pretty. It has lots of fun stuff to do. But it won’t ever scare anybody. The Spectrum used to intimidate people, especially in the eighties. (Wow. Getting old.) Not here. It’s too nice. Wouldn’t want to mess anything up. I mean, you look up in the rafters, and the same banners hang, along with a couple of new ones, but it’s not the same. You got your pop-a-shot basketball games and your air hockey tables and hockey-in-a-bubble style foosball games, all your modern arena doodads and hoohah, but it just ain’t the same atmosphere. And that’s kinda sad.

Neighborhood: 1

Um, yeah, see, there really is no neighborhood, per se. The arena is part of the Philadelphia Sports Complex as mentioned above, which consists of three full sized sporting venues (four, if you count the Spectrum, now closed and soon to be demolished) and parking for each. There is a run of the mill Irish pub attached to Citizens Bank Park (yawn) and one attached in the hotel behind Citizens Bank Park (YAWN.) The closest neighborhood bar, Chickie’s and Pete’s is a 20-30 minute walk, which is tough to do after a Sixers game. But it might be worth it. More on that later, but not close enough to really be considered part of the stadium’s neighborhood. Special mention to the Chickie’s and Pete’s Taxi Crab, which will drop you off before and pick you up after games if you valet park with them for ten bucks.

Fans: 5

Philly fans have a certain reputation. During my visit, which was during the teeth of the soon to be legendary Blizzard of 09, they did not disappoint.

Even with over a foot of snow on the ground (and another foot coming) when the game started, a few thousand people showed up. One guy in the upper level never – never – stopped yelling at LA Clippers guard Sebastian Telfair. I am a huge fan of hecklers; I have done it myself many times. You could hear him clear as day. At one point during a pair of free throws, he said this:

“HEY TELFAIR! YOU SUCK!” Silence. “I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!” Raucous laughter from the crowd. “DON’T IGNORE ME, TELFAIR! YOU SUCK! WHY DON’T YOU GO BACK TO BROOKLYN?”

He later expressed his thoughtful views on Clippers center Chris Kaman’s struggle with male pattern baldness.

“HEY KAMAN! YOU HAVE MORE POINTS THAN HAIR ON YOUR HEAD!”

Classic. Bonus for so many people showing up in a blizzard.

Access: 5

This arena is right off I-95, the main interstate on the East Coast. It is easy to find. There is more parking than you will know what to do with, and it starts at $15. Like with most of the new arenas, bathrooms are plentiful, with family changing rooms in select locations. They were surprisingly clean.

Return on Investment: 3

You’ll have fun here; there is a lot to do. You can even watch a basketball game if you want. Bars and games abound; tickets and food are decently priced

Extra Points: 5

Chickie’s and Pete’s (www.chickiesandpetes.com) gives this the full 5 points here, in fact, if I could give more, I would. Not really close enough to walk (and not really feasible, either, you WILL be towed if you park here and go to the game), it really can’t be included in the neighborhood. (Its website claims to be walking distance. It’s not. To quote the comedian Steven Wright, “Everything is within walking distance if you have the time.”) But it is absolutely part of the whole picture. As mentioned above, you can valet park your car here for $10. The Taxi Crab will drive you to the Wachovia Center, then pick you up and bring you back after. The Crab Fries must be eaten to be believed. If you like seafood, this is the spot. If you like bar food, this is the spot. If you like giant TV screens almost one and a half stories tall, this is the spot.

How about video game playing pods? The new addition, PLAY2, has Amusement Pod Entertainment Centers, or apecs. You can reserve an apec and play PS3, Wii, or Xbox 360 games with your friends or against groups in other apecs. Or you can just hang out at the bar and watch people play in the apecs, or listen to the DJ. Seriously, this is a crazy great place.

It was rated “Best Sports Bar on the East Coast” by ESPN, and it lives up to it. They have “Beer Towers,” a three foot (or so) tall container of beer with a tap on it. It holds 120 ounces for $25 (domestic) or $30 (imported). It is ESPNZone without all the annoying glitz. It is your neighborhood bar with lots of makeup on, looking all hot at the club on a Friday night. You have to come here. Forget the arena. Just come here.

FANFARE Total: 27 (out of 35)

The lack of a neighborhood notwithstanding, the Wachovia Center is an overall fun place to see a game. Is it worth a special trip to Philadelphia just for that? Not even close. But if you are in town, it is a must stop. Well, Chickie’s and Pete’s is, anyway.

Written by CrawleyAndWatts

December 27, 2009 at 8:58 pm

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Review of Wachovia Center, Home of the Philadelphia Flyers

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Review originally published on Stadium Journey. 

The Wachovia Center is the home of the Philadelphia Flyers and 76ers. Built near the soon to be demolished Spectrum, it is part of the massive Philadelphia Sports Complex, which includes Lincoln Financial Field, home of the NFL’s Eagles, and Citizens Bank Park, home of the two time defending National League Champion Phillies.

The first of the three to be built, the Wachovia Center is all glitz and glamour, but it lacks the Spectrum’s soul.

Here is the FANFARE rating for WACHOVIA CENTER:

Food & Beverage: 5 (out of 5)

Wow. You name it, it’s here. You like cheesesteaks? Check. You like good BBQ? Check. You like Chickie’s and Pete’s crab fries? You better, because if you don’t, you and me are gonna fight. It’s all here. Tremendous selection in food and beer, including a gluten free beer, reasonably priced at a little over seven bucks on average. There are two full bars, PJ Whelihans, no food served but full bar service and the AT&T Pavilion.

The Pavilion has Campo’s (Cheesesteaks) and Chickie’s and Pete’s (sandwiches and crab fries. Just get some, trust me.) It also has a full bar which serves, for the outrageous price of $11, a hand cut roast beef sandwich with sides. I mean, it’s probably the best roast beef sandwich you’ll ever have, it is literally hand cut before your eyes, but I have a hard time justifying paying eleven bucks for a sandwich. The Pavilion is open two hours before and after each game which makes it a great place to hang out.

Atmosphere: 3

The Spectrum was intimate. You and 19,000 of your closest friends would go and get behind the Flyers and will them to victory sometimes.

The Wachovia Center is nice. It’s very pretty. It has lots of fun stuff to do. But it won’t ever scare anybody. Teams used to be afraid to play the Flyers in the Spectrum. Not here. It’s too nice. Wouldn’t want to mess anything up. I mean, you look up in the rafters, and the same banners hang, along with a couple of new ones, but it’s not the same. You got your pop-a-shot basketball games and your air hockey tables and hockey-in-a-bubble style foosball games, all your modern arena doodads and hoohah, but it just ain’t the same atmosphere. And that’s kinda sad.

Neighborhood: 1

Um, yeah, see, there really is no neighborhood, per se. The arena is part of the Philadelphia Sports Complex as mentioned above, which consists of three full sized sporting venues (four, if you count the Spectrum, now closed and soon to be demolished) and parking for each. There is a run of the mill Irish pub attached to Citizens Bank Park (yawn) and one attached in the hotel behind Citizens Bank Park (YAWN.) The closest neighborhood bar, Chickie’s and Pete’s is a 20-30 minute walk, which is tough to do after a Flyers game. But it might be worth it. More on that later, but not close enough to really be considered part of the stadium’s neighborhood. Special mention to the Chickie’s and Pete’s Taxi Crab, which will drop you off before and pick you up after games if you valet park with them for ten bucks.

Fans: 5

Philly fans have a certain reputation. The Flyers fans, like hockey fans in most towns, have their own special twist. During opening introductions for the opposing team, when the arena announcer says the player’s name, the fans all yell “SUCKS!” after. So you get this:

Goaltender Henrik Lundqvist SUCKS

Center Vinny Prospal SUCKS

And so on. Childish? Maybe. Awesome? Definitely. The arena and the atmosphere might be different, but the fans are the same.

Access: 5

This arena is right off I-95, the main interstate on the East Coast. It is easy to find. There is more parking than you will know what to do with, and it starts at $15. Like with most of the new arenas, bathrooms are plentiful, with family changing rooms in select locations. They were surprisingly clean.

Return on Investment: 3

You’ll have fun here; there is a lot to do. You can even watch a hockey game if you want. Bars and games abound; tickets and food are decently priced

Extra Points: 5

Chickie’s and Pete’s (www.chickiesandpetes.com) gives this the full 5 points here, in fact, if I could give more, I would. Not really close enough to walk (and not really feasible, either, you WILL be towed if you park here and go to the game), it really can’t be included in the neighborhood. (Its website claims to be walking distance. It’s not. To quote the comedian Steven Wright, “Everything is within walking distance if you have the time.”) But it is absolutely part of the whole picture. As mentioned above, you can valet park your car here for $10. The Taxi Crab will drive you to the Wachovia Center, then pick you up and bring you back after. The Crab Fries must be eaten to be believed. If you like seafood, this is the spot. If you like bar food, this is the spot. If you like giant TV screens almost one and a half stories tall, this is the spot.

How about video game playing pods? The new addition, PLAY2, has Amusement Pod Entertainment Centers, or apecs. You can reserve an apec and play PS3, Wii, or Xbox 360 games with your friends or against groups in other apecs. Or you can just hang out at the bar and watch people play in the apecs, or listen to the DJ. Seriously, this is a crazy great place.

It was rated “Best Sports Bar on the East Coast” by ESPN, and it lives up to it. They have “Beer Towers,” a three foot (or so) tall container of beer with a tap on it. It holds 120 ounces for $25 (domestic) or $30 (imported). It is ESPNZone without all the annoying glitz. It is your neighborhood bar with lots of makeup on, looking all hot at the club on a Friday night. You have to come here. Forget the arena. Just come here.

FANFARE Total: 27 (out of 35)

 

The lack of a neighborhood notwithstanding, the Wachovia Center is an overall fun place to see a game. Is it worth a special trip to Philadelphia just for that? Not even close. But if you are in town, it is a must stop. Well, Chickie’s and Pete’s is, anyway.

Written by CrawleyAndWatts

December 24, 2009 at 9:57 pm

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The Not Quite As Hot Little Sister: M and T Bank Stadium

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Review originally published on Stadium Journey.

Remember that super hot girl from high school that everyone was in love with? You know the one. Always had the huge crowd around her locker, and she was a nice person to boot. Remember her little sister? Remember thinking she might eventually get to be like her big sister, only she never quite measured up? Oh, she was alright, I guess, but standing next to her sister, boy, not even close.

            Oriole Park is the hot girl. M and T Bank Stadium is the little sister. It would be better off in another part of the city, or, even better, in another city to avoid the comparisons.

Here is the FANFARE rating for Baltimore’s M AND T BANK STADIUM:

Food & Beverage: 4 (out of 5)

In a word: eh. I mean, it’s alright. One extra point is given for a few specialties, the obligatory Maryland Crab cakes, veggie burgers and burritos, a decent BBQ stand and gluten free pretzels, which is a neat trick. They have a stand from Attman’s deli where you can get a decent, not great, pastrami sandwich. They have a full bar inside the stadium called the Talon Pub. Beer there, as well as throughout the stadium has a good, not great variety for a good, not great average price of around eight bucks on average. There is nothing in the stadium I’d say you have to try, but anything you do try will be better than average. Like I said, in a word, eh. In three words, good, not great.

Atmosphere: 5

The atmosphere here is terrific. The sightlines are amazing, and the giant TV screens at either end are a sight to behold. The seating is second to none, not a bad seat anywhere. It has a remarkable history for such a young stadium. Part of that may be from the grand history of football in Baltimore. NFL, USFL, Super Bowls, all won in this city. The vibe is here and is palpable. Adding to it on the way into the stadium from Oriole Park is RavensWalk, games, food and fun.

Neighborhood: 5

Space does not permit the description of the greatness of this area, as long as you walk towards Oriole Park and turn RIGHT, not left when you pass it. (Turning left can put you in a shady part of town.) The stadium is a 15 to 20 minute, leisurely stroll from Baltimore’s Inner Harbor. But before you get there, you have to pass Pickles. If you are a Ravens fan, or like to be with hometown fans, or just like $2 draft beers on game day, Pickles is the spot. The food is generic pub food, but, come on, $1 a beer, who cares about the food? There are a number (a large number, I stopped counting at 10) of bars also very close to the ballpark, so if you need something fancier than Pickles, you have lots of options.

I feel compelled to also mention the ESPN Zone at the Inner Harbor. Great place before, during or after any sporting event.

Fans: 5

Baltimore fans, as a rule, are intelligent and involved. They were a solid four points here, with my thinking that a five point score would require more of an edge. A little touch of crazy, if you will. Then I met this guy:

Raven Head Man

 

That is not a plastic raven attached to his hat, it is a stuffed raven.

The man has a dead, stuffed bird attached to his hat.

Five points.

Access: 4

This stadium is right off I-95, the main interstate on the East Coast. It is easy to find. Parking is plentiful but not at all cheap. You will pay a minimum of $20 to park. The closer you are, the more you will pay, as much as $50. There are plenty of clean bathrooms.

Return on Investment: 3

This is a great stadium in which to watch a football game, but not much else. I mean, you can eat and drink and be full while you do it, but the best thing going on here is the view from your seat. Not a lot to do inside other than that. Outside is another story.

Extra Points: 1

In a word, OK. If you want to watch a football game and then hang out at the harbor later, this is a good place. If you are looking for the full, interactive, all inclusive game day experience that many other parks offer, this is not the place. Great neighborhood, and great sightlines though.

FANFARE Total: 27 (out of 35)

 

Good, not great. It pales in comparison to its big sister, Oriole Park at Camden Yards. It is miles better than Memorial Stadium was, and way better than that disaster to the south in DC. But I left feeling like I needed more. If my team was playing, I would go back, but only if my team was playing.

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December 22, 2009 at 11:44 pm

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Two Venues. Three Games. Twenty Three Inches of Snow. Twenty Four Hours.

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As a correspondent for Stadium Journey, a website dedicated to being the premier sports venue review spot in the United States, I get to do a lot of fun things. I get to go to sporting events, which I love. I get to write, which I love. But this past weekend, from Saturday, December 19th, 2009 to Sunday December 20, 2009 offered a unique opportunity.

As the Mid-Atlantic correspondent living in Northern Virginia, I am assigned to Philadelphia, Baltimore and Washington DC. My original plan was to review Lincoln Financial Field for the Philadelphia Eagles on Sunday the 20th. I would drive up Sunday morning, catch the 1pm game, then drive back.

Easy, right?

Then, I saw that the Sixers were playing the Clippers Saturday night. So I figured I could kill two birds with one stone by driving up Saturday afternoon, review the Wachovia Center for the Sixers, stay with family, then catch the Eagles and go home.

A little more effort, but certainly doable, right?

Then, seeing that the Flyers were playing the Rangers at one on Saturday afternoon, I decided I would go for the trifecta. I would go up Saturday morning, catch all three games in 24 hours, then be back home to VA in time to see Russell win Survivor. Easy, right?

Wrong. And not just about Russell winning Survivor.

Towards the beginning of the week there was talk of a little snow. Only 2-4 inches were expected in DC, with a dusting in Philly. No problem. Well, as everyone knows, that went from a dusting to calls for up to a foot in DC and 6-8 inches in Philly within a matter of days.

So I adjusted my plans to go up to Philly on Friday. I’d beat the storm, and 6-8 inches of snow is nothing to deal with, really. Cake.

I went to sleep Friday and dreamed of scenes from the movie “The Day After Tomorrow.” The forecast had been adjusted to over a foot in Philly. I woke up to several inches on the ground already. They were now talking about a couple of feet of snow.

I’d be lying if I didn’t say I thought about bagging the whole thing and going home. But the forecast for where I’d be driving to was even worse. So I cleaned off the car, went and bought some sweatshirts for warmth and headed to Chickie’s and Pete’s.

When I got there, I spoke with the manager, Tom, and told him what I was doing. He was extremely accommodating. I valet parked my car with them and took the Taxi Crab over to the Wachovia Center. I exchanged numbers with the driver. My plan at this point was to stay at the Center all day and take the Taxi Crab back after the Sixers game.

This is where it gets interesting.

I have no tickets. For any of the games. So I begin looking for a, uh, broker. By this point, it is wicked cold and snowing like crazy. I am walking around the Philly Sports Complex looking for tickets. It is clear that I do not have on enough layers. Soaked to the bone, I walk around for almost an hour before I find a ticket in my price range (read: as close as possible to “free”).

I get inside and it is well worth it. I am sitting four seats left of the Flyers bench. I am so close, I can hear Flyers Head Coach Peter Laviolette ripping into his team after an early Rangers goal. I can see the spittle land on Danny Briere’s nose.

This is my first ever Flyers game in person, and my second NHL game in person. I am a big fan, but never had a chance to go before. I’d always argued with people who said that hockey cannot be truly appreciated as well on TV. My argument was always that I had never been to one, and I love hockey.

I was wrong.

Go see a game. Now.

So with about 90 seconds left in regulation, I get a call from Bob, the driver of the Taxi Crab. He tells me that the weather has deteriorated to the point that they are shutting down operations. He will be picking me up after the Flyers game, which they lost.

I go outside, and it is even colder, and windier, and it is snowing so hard, I swear it was coming up from the ground, which had around nine inches of snow on it.

I wait for Bob for what seems like three days. Soaked, and not a little annoyed at the weather, I climb aboard.

The time is 4:00 pm.

I get back to C & P’s and retrieve my keys from Tom. I go outside and begin digging my car out (I brought a shovel.). While I am digging, a couple of guys walk by in the snow, and I could swear that one of them sounds like Donovan McNabb. I look up, and it kinda looks like him, but it’s hard to tell, seeing as how we are in near blizzard conditions.

So I say, “Hey, is that Don?”

He says, “Yeah, man.”

If you want to know how big a thrill this is for me, see here.

Donovan was gracious enough, in a driving snowstorm, to chat with me for a few moments, pose for a picture with me, and even take my card, saying he would check the stuff I write.

Totally worth digging my car out of what is now eleven inches of snow.

I drive to the Wachovia Center and park. The time is now 5:00. I go to the box office and buy a $10, upper level ticket. I really am tired now, thinking, this is the Sixers, I don’t want to be here now.

I take a nap in my car. When I wake up at about 6:00 (the game starts at 7:30), there is a guy stuck next to me trying to get his car out. I get out and dig and push and dig and push and dig and push. A few other guys come over and push and we get him out. They walk away, he stops and gets out of his car and asks if I have a ticket. When I tell him I do, he says, “Well, here’s a better one.”

Turns out he works for the Sixers, and he hands me a ticket 10 feet from the Sixers bench, eight rows behind the basket. Allen Iverson is taller in person than he seems on TV. He later tells me, after we exchange cards and stories, that any time I am in town and need tickets, to give him a call.

There are, approximately, and this is just a rough guess, twenty-seven people there, what with there being well over a foot of snow on the ground and no signs of it letting up. One of them never – never – stopped yelling, from the upper deck, at Clippers guard Sebastian Telfair.

“HEY TELFAIR! YOU SUCK!” Silence for two seconds. “I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!” Raucous laughter from the crowd.

I love Philly fans. It helps that I am one. I yelled at Sixers Head Coach Eddie Jordan not to put Samuel Dalembert back in, because he sucks. I figured he was new, maybe he didn’t know. Fortunately, Sammy fouled out quickly between getting lit up by some dude with male pattern baldness named Chris Kaman. (The Telfair guy said, “HEY KAMAN! YOU HAVE MORE POINTS THAN HAIR ON YOUR HEAD!” Awesome.)

Shockingly, the Sixers lost. I met up with my boy Dennis, who I hadn’t seen since high school twenty years ago, and made a great contact with the Sixers. Overall, a good night, I’d say.

The drive back to my cousin’s place was dicey. When I got there, I had to dig out a parking space. There was twenty inches of snow on the ground, and it was still coming down. It took me almost an hour.

It was midnight. I collapsed into bed.

The Eagles game was pushed back to 4pm, so I had time to rest up and dress properly. I had hand warmers in my pockets. I can’t wear gloves because I need my hands free to take notes and pictures for Stadium Journey. I find a, uh, broker and buy a standing room ticket, because who sits at football games anyway?

This is my first time at the Linc. (See the review on Stadium Journey when it posts later this week to see what I thought.) The 49er fans are vigorously heckled, but nothing too bad, unless you count the drunk guy who screamed, fifteen times, at the top of his lungs, two inches from a 49ers fan’s ear, a seven letter word that rhymes with “glass bowl.”

I don’t. That’s mild. Here is the harsh stuff, especially in the comments.

I leave at halftime. I have nearly four hours of driving, and I don’t know what the roads are like, plus I want to listen to Merrill Reese on the radio.

I hesitate to say that this was the greatest weekend of my life because I am married (that was a pretty good weekend) and have three kids, who have given me years of great memories. I’ve been to a Daytona 500 and a Super Bowl. I’ve had some great weekends.

This one was up there.

I have to sleep now.

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December 22, 2009 at 7:41 pm

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Tiger Woods’ Wife Hires Drew Rosenhaus To Renegotiate Pre-nup(SATIRE)

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In the wake of her husband Tiger’s admission of infidelities, Elin Woods has hired super agent Drew Rosenhaus to renegotiate her pre-nuptual agreement.

“EW has out-performed this contract,” said Rosenhaus, holding up a copy of the agreement at a press conference in the Woods’ driveway. “She has more than lived up to her end. Tiger has not.

“We only want what’s fair for E-Dub. And her kids.”

Behind Rosenhaus, Mrs. Woods was seen doing sit ups in the garage when he was asked if this was a bit unusual.

“Not at all,” he replied. “Yes, typically, we like to do this behind the scenes. Do you think Kobe just came up with the idea of the ‘house on a finger?’ That was me. I am not a publicity hound. I am simply trying to get my client fairly compensated.”

Rosenhaus was asked why, if he wasn’t a publicity hound, was he holding a press conference to discuss personal family matters.

“Next question,” he said.

Tiger Woods, after promising to speak to reporters three times, released the following statement on his website.

“I will not be bullied into negotiating in public. The Spouse signed this agreement, and the expectation of the Tiger Woods Empire is that The Spouse live up to her agreement.

“Oh, and Katy in Virginia, Annie in San Francisco, Sarah in Chicago and Rhonda in Philly, can you do me a huge favor and take your names off your voice mail? You gotta do this for me. Huge. Quickly.”

Rosenhaus insisted that Elin wanted to keep this private, but she was forced to go public when Tiger insisted that she stick to the cockamamie “accident” story.

“Look, Tiger has to face reality,” said Rosenhaus, disconnecting from a phone call from his partner, Lucifer Mephistopheles. “No one was buying that garbage. People just want truth and honesty. That is what I am all about. Truth and honesty.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked.

Rosenhaus was then asked if he was licensed to practice family law.

“Next question,” he replied.

Other celebrities were quick to pass judgement.

“Yeah, she should renegotiate,” said singer and actress Beyonce Knowles. “She could have another him in a minute. He needs not to get to thinking he’s irreplaceable.”

“He did what? That’s just wrong,” said talk show host David Letterman. “I hope she takes him for all that he’s worth. Guys like that are just terrible.”

Kobe Bryant was unavailable for comment.

It could not be confirmed at press time whether or not Mrs. Woods yelled “Fore!” before she hit Tiger in the grill with a 4-iron.

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December 2, 2009 at 8:58 pm

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