Morning Walk-thru - This Post is 100% Death Proof

Good or bad for golf?...Nobody at the Masters shot under par for the tournament and your winner is from Cedar Rapids, Iowa. In fact, that's what Zach Johnson had to say after outlasting the Tiger-style on Sunday, "I'm from Cedar Rapids, Iowa. That's it. I'm just a normal guy."

So the question is, is this good or bad for golf? Do people want to see Tiger win again, or will there be some some intrigue because the "least accomplished Masters champion since Larry Mize" took it home?

Or maybe the better question is, at least in my mind, who are these people who attend the Masters or golf tournaments in general? I know people who are passively interested in golf, but nobody who would want to go to a tournament, even the Masters. I'm fascinated, really.

Poor Aaron Cook...Everything was going great on Sunday for the young Rockies hurler. He'd out dueled Jake Peavey, shutting out the Padres for 7 2/3 innings. The Rockies were four outs away from starting the season 4-2 and then he gave up the weakest home run you'll see this season to Jose Cruz Jr.

Credit to Clint Hurdle for leaving Cook in there for the 9th, where he worked himself out of a first and third, one out jam, but too bad that LaTroy Hawkins couldn't hold it in the tenth.

A great weekend for media...Caught Grindhouse on Saturday and it was exactly what I had expected--for the first half.

Robert Rodriguez's Planet Terror did a great job of playing up the schlock and titillating from beginning to end, but I was actually more excited for Tarantino's Death Proof and I was totally wrong in that expectation.

After nearly two hours (Terror plus fake trailers), Tarantino's dialogue heavy slasher-flick felt like The English Patient.

Sure the car scenes were great, but hearing two different girl quartets talk like sailors for an hour only felt like audience exploitation. Funny, 15 years ago that's what made Reservoir Dogs so great. Maybe none of it matters because, as Ty Burr pointed out in Friday's Boston Globe, the beauty of real exploitation films was that it presented the seedier side of Hollywood but that side might not exist when Saw III makes $80 million.

Luckily, The Sopranos met all expectations. In the Sunday New York Times there was a quote from Norman Mailer saying that The Sopranos was the closest thing we had in the modern era to the Great American Novel.

Couldn't agree more. Unfortunately, HBO is now following up all the drama and tension with Entourage which is the closest thing we have to chick-lit for guys.