No. I did NOT see Tiger Woods. I did see a helicopter hovering over his house all three days I was in town. And I did get a chance to swing by the Blue Martini--a "club" in a mall, wedged between Macy's and, fittingly, a Cheesecake Factory. This, allegedly, was one of Tiger's local watering holes. According to one waitress (as long as we're getting comments from credible sources), Tiger liked the room they refer to as VIP East, aka the "Tiger Room." It's nothing more than an area roped off and guarded by big men in suits and earpieces. Very generic for something referred to as "VIP."
You'll be shocked to know the "Girls of the Blue Martini" have their own website. It's called, "The Girls of Blue Martini."
Not to bury the lede, but I also had coffee with The King. Arnold Palmer was in town and I sat down with him for a cup of coffee. I was shaking even before I got the caffeine in my system (Arnie's one of my idols). We discussed Bay Hill's course changes, the family atmosphere at his resort and my love life. I told him I might have met "The One." (I wasn't sure what to make of the fact that he laughed. And no, she's not pictured above.)
Arnie's 80, he rides his bike 8-10 miles around Bay Hill three days a week, he plays golf up to three days a week and the night before I sat down with him he had flown his jet to New York and back. Arnie did all the flying.
If you missed my tweets on Twitter about my time with Mr. Palmer, my round at the Waldorf and my scouting mission at the Blue Martini, here's the link to my Twitter account.
Here's a few for your review:
--Matty G.
(Waldorf and Palmer photographs by Cy Cyr.)
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