Congratulations to Louis Oosthuizen for running away with the British Open.

Yawn. Isn't Andy Griffith on somewhere?

Look, it's great that a relative unknown showed up and braved the elements to lay waste to the usually impressive field at the "Old Course", but something's lacking when a certain you-know-who isn't in contention.

And let's be honest here, folks, if Tiger had finished this way and hadn't just gone through the most tumultuous, self-imposed chaos since Dr. David Banner I probably wouldn't feel this way.

However, it is what it is and Tiger's drama is nothing new and I certainly won't revisit it here. I mean, it isn't like the guy cheated on his drop-dead gorgeous wife for a waitress or something, right?  Hello? Is this thing on? One things for sure, there's a whole new meaning to the term "Tiger Slam", isn't there?

Anyways, this latest no-show for Mr. Woods has me wondering how deep an impact his train wreck personal life has had on his game, his mental state, and probably motivation.

Some people rail on him for being a crap husband and father, and those criticisms are fair but not necessary because it really is none of our business. What I rail on him for is robbing me of being able to watch history as he wiped every other golfer off the record books. The one we all had our eyes on- Jack Nicklaus' 18 Major wins- is going to get increasingly tougher to do as he nears age 35.

I am a lot of things, but being a sports fan is part of what makes me who I am. It's not the biggest or the best part, but it's definitely a part of the whole package. So I take very seriously the impact players actions have on the game as a whole. Steroids in baseball, diuretics in football, sex in golf, it's all the same to me. (Wow, can't believe I just typed that) Each individual superstar has a responsibility not to the fans primarily, but to the game they play. It's an indirect responsibility to the fans, but their actions toward the game affect the respective qualities of our sports lives.

One thing both fans and athletes can't run away from is time, and it's running out on Mr. Woods. Thanks for nothing.