There’s a lot of “DAMN!” goin’ around regarding this photo of Tiger Woods in Vanity Fair.  I’ll say this – dude is cut.  He looks good.  He looks big.  He looks a lot bigger than he used to look.  He looks really big for a golfer.  But I don’t know.  I feel like it was much more impressive with the red shirt on.

Take off the street cred cap.  Put down the dumbbells.  Exhale.  Crack a smile.  Couldn’t that be just about anybody with a penchant for pushing plates? 

I absolutely believe he is artificially enhanced – steroids, HGH, something else, all of the above…whatever. There’s no doubt in my mind. My mind. But if there’s one thing we’ve learned from steroids in baseball, pinning performance enhancing drugs on a guy isn’t so simple as just taking a look at him. Sometimes it is, and there’s no denying Tiger’s physique has undergone an intense transformation.

So you’ve got the body. Then there’s all that has surfaced since Thanksgiving. The man who will kiss his wife and kid on the 18th green, then dip his wick in some random Vegas ink later that night has some character issues. Tie in his connection with Dr. What's His Face? in Canada, and the distance from A to PED is less a leap than a hop.

But again, I don’t know. I don’t find this photo to be the damning evidence so many are making it out to be.