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Tiger Woods Mugshot | A Symbol of Downfall and Redemption

Tiger Woods Mugshot: A Symbol of Downfall and Redemption Tiger Woods’s mugshot, taken in 2017 following his arrest for DUI, is one of the most iconic and contentious photos in sports history. It serves as a vivid reminder of the golfer’s fall from grace, but it also serves as a symbol of his salvation. Woods’ arrest occurred at a time when he was already fighting to retain his golfing supremacy.…

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Bonnie Parker: "Poetry From Life's Other Side"

On April 19, 1932 in Kaufman, TX, Bonnie was arrested for the first and only time after a failed hardware store robbery. The gang (Clyde, Bonnie, and Ralph Fults) were hiding out on the banks of a creek where they found themselves surrounded by a team of Kaufman police officers. A shootout immediately ensued, wounding Ralph in the arm and then surrendering himself during gun battle once caught trying to crawl away into the woods. Clyde wasn't taking any chances and managed to escape on foot, leaving the frightened Bonnie behind. Ralph and Bonnie were detained in a small, one room, dirt floor jail, "The Kemp Calaboose", which still stands today as a roadside attraction in Kemp, TX.

The pair arrived with their clothes covered in mud and Bonnie was reportedly smoking cigarette after cigarette while being questioned. Neither gave out their real names and used aliases. Bonnie's was "Betty Thornton". In the end, Bonnie spent 2 months at the Kaufman County jail after the jury failed to indict her. Therefore, no mugshot of Bonnie exists.

With little to do other than pine for Clyde and chat with her jailer, it's no surprise Bonnie's fertile imagination turned to poetry. Inside her black leatherette first national bank book, or rather what she officially titled as "Poetry From Life's Other Side", are a total of ten handwritten poems. Out of the ten poems, five appear to be original compositions, largely drawn from her adventurous life on the road with The Barrow Gang, taking on gangster girl alter egos, her devotion to Clyde, and marriage to husband Roy Thornton.

The ten poems in the order she chose to write them are:"The Story Of Suicide Sal" (original), "The Prostitute's Convention" (original), "The Fate Of Tiger Rose" (original), "I'll Stay" (original), "From Shadow Sun" (copied), "Bravery" (original), "The Hobo's Last Ride" (copied), "The Girl With The Blue Velvet Band" (copied), "When!!" (copied), and "People Will Talk" (copied).

Bonnie's other famous poems were written while on the run over the years.

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Mine is Advertising a Canvas Print of Tiger Woods Mugshot.

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Tiger Woods Mugshot Sweatshir

Stay warm and stylish with the Tiger Woods Mugshot Sweatshirt, featuring the now-infamous mugshot of Scottie Scheffler. This cozy sweatshirt, crafted from soft, durable fabric, combines comfort with a provocative design that captures one of the most talked-about moments in recent golf history.

The mugshot graphic not only pays tribute to Tiger Woods’ similar moments but also highlights Scheffler's surprising run-in with the law. Whether you're lounging at home or out on the town, this sweatshirt is sure to turn heads and spark conversations. Ideal for golf fans, sports enthusiasts, and those who appreciate a good story, the Tiger Woods Mugshot Sweatshirt is a perfect blend of style and intrigue. Wear it to keep warm and keep the excitement of the PGA Championship alive.

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Tiger Woods Mugshot T-Shirt

Embrace the buzz and intrigue of the golfing world with the Tiger Woods Mugshot Shirt, now featuring Scottie Scheffler’s unexpected police photo. This shirt captures a moment that stunned fans worldwide, showcasing the mugshot that quickly went viral. Made from high-quality cotton, it ensures comfort and durability, making it a great choice for casual wear or as a standout piece in your collection.

The design serves as a conversation starter, highlighting the unpredictable nature of sports fame. Perfect for golf aficionados and those who enjoy a bit of sporting controversy, this Tiger Woods Mugshot Shirt adds a touch of drama to your wardrobe. Wear it to commemorate the memorable incident at the PGA Championship and keep the story alive.

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tiger woods mugshot Tiger Woods’ Mugshot is a police booking picture of American professional golfer Tiger Woods mugshot taken after his arrest on suspicion of DUI in late May 2017. It was extensively criticized online when it went viral. Origin Woods was discovered sleeping at the wheel of his 2015 black Mercedes-Benz on the side of the road in Jupiter, Florida, on May 29th, 2017. Woods was…

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I want the public to know that alcohol was not involved. What happened was an unexpected reaction to prescribed medications. I didn’t realize the mix of medications had affected me so strongly.

Tiger Woods on his DUI arrest. Turns out the golf champ had to be woken up by a police officer after his Mercedes was found stopped on a Florida roadway.

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Tiger Woods Gives Reason Behind his DUI

Tiger Woods Gives Reason Behind his DUI

Legendary golfer, Tiger Woods has given reason behind his Driving Under the Influence yesterday in Jupiter, Florida.

Just roughly 15 hours after being arrested for DUI in Jupiter, Florida, Tiger Woods has issued a public statement in order to set things staight.

He indicated in his statement that alcohol was not involved, and that his condition resulted from “an unexpected reaction to prescribed…

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Golfer Tiger Woods arrested for DUI

Golfer Tiger Woods arrested for DUI

Tiger, Tiger Woods Y’all was arrested earlier today on suspicion of driving under the influence in Jupiter, Florida. The golf pro was stopped by cops around 3 A.M. for driving under the influence of alcohol or drugs. He was booked into Palm Beach County Jail and released at 10:50 AM on his own recognizance It’s unknown whether Woods tested positive for alcohol or drugs. It’s also unknown at this…

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SPN AU Bingo

Title: The Caged Hunter (working title)

Square Filled: MentalHospital! AU

Ship: Unrelated/Wincest

Rating: this chapter is rated t, but if I decide to pursue the rest of the story it will go up to M

Tags: Mental Hospital AU, Mental Patient!Dean, Psychiatrist!Sam, semi-slow burn, slow descent into obsession,

Word Count: 1408

Summary: The working summary is after 13 years on what has been deemed a religion spurred murder spree, Dean Winchester aka The Hunter has been caught by local authorities and sentenced to forty years in a psychiatric facility with one Sam Wesson as his doctor. As Sam tries to figure out how and why Dean was finally caught he finds himself starting to fight feelings he shouldn’t have. 

Written for @spnaubingo

The Hunter: Caged 

“What’s this?”

Sam dropped the file in his hand onto the desk. It was stuck out like a sore thumb on the dark wood of his boss’s desk.

“It is a new patient,” the older man answered. “I thought you might be interested.”

“I’ve already got my hands full with the other fifteen patients, and three group therapy’s a day you give me,” Sam told him. “I’ve my hands full Zachariah. You can not just spring a new patient on me like that.”

“Did you even look at the file Samuel?” Zachariah asked.

“It’s Sam,” he corrected. But he picked up the file and opened it to the first page. He leaned against the armrest of one of the leather chairs in front of his desk. He scanned the mugshot presented to him.

The Hunter aka Dean Winchester.

“He was caught?” Sam asked.

“Caught, confessed, interrogated, tried and convicted to forty years in our lovely establishment,” the man spread his arms wide with a half smirk half smile combination. “Consider this, an early birthday presents of sorts.”

Sam snorted a little. “My birthday isn’t until May.”

“If you’re really that overwhelmed with patients, I’m sure I could pass it off to…” Zachariah tapped his fingers together in thought, “Masters? I’m sure she’d be interested.”

“No, that won’t be necessary,” Sam closed the file.

“Excellent. I’ve your first appointment scheduled for this afternoon, afterward, you can set a time that works for you,” Zechariah told him. “You’re welcome, Sam.”

Sam tried not to roll his eyes and walked out of the office and back to his own. He sat back his desk and opened the folder for a second time.

“Why on earth would you let yourself get caught?” Sam thought out loud. “Thirteen years, and not one slip up until now.” He unclipped the mugshot photo and held it up as he leaned back in his chair. “What goes on in your head Dean Winchester?”

Sam stood up from his chair as one of the orderlies led Dean Winchester into his office. He looked...small in person. Pale skin, dirty blond hair, bright green eyes. They were unfocused as they looked at Sam’s and he gave him a lopsided smile.

“What’s up doc,” he greeted.

“That’ll be all,” Sam told the orderly.

“Sir I don’t-”

“With the amount of drugs pumped into his system, I highly doubt he’d be able to stab me with a pen,” Sam interrupted gently. Not that he would. Not his nature.

The orderly looked reluctant but left the room and shut the door with a soft click. Dean remained standing. He swayed on his feet and as he looked around the room. His eyes returned to Sam multiple times in the span of five minutes.

“Are you thirsty Dean?” Sam asked. “Do you want something to drink?”

“I ain’t that easy tiger,” Dean flashed him a lazy smile. “But I’ll take a coke if you’re offering.”

“Coke,” Sam let out a small chuckle as he walked over to the minif ridge behind his desk and grabbed two cokes. He set one both can’s on the coffee table between them. “You can have a seat you know. The couch won’t bite.”

Dean sat down and crossed his legs under him. Sam sat in his chair, crossed one leg over the other, and balanced his notebook in his lap. He watched Dean reach forward, and open both cans. He nudged the second towards Sam.

“You didn’t have to open that for me,” Sam told him.

Dean shrugged. “I wanted too…” he picked up his own can and took a sip. He exhaled slowly and burped and grinned a little. “That’s how you know it’s crisp.”

“Really? I Never knew that,” Sam said.

Dean set the can back on the table. “So you’re a head doctor?”

“Psychiatrist, but yes,” Sam answered. “And you are The Hunter.”

Dean smiled. “You heard of me?”

“Ever since Blackwater Ridge. Impersonated a wildlife and preservation Agent, group of dead campers, body found in an abandoned underground mine,” Sam crossed his arms over his chest. “Charred to a crisp.”

“How old were you?” Dean titled his head to the side.

“Pardon?” Sam tried not to look confused.

“How old were you? When you became my fan?” Dean smiled.

“I...22…” Sam answered. “I was 22.”

“You were 22,” Dean repeated. “Bet you were cute at 22 right? Baby faced maybe? Dimples. I bet you’ve got dimples. And those bodies. Wasn’t me.”

“It wasn’t?” Sam asked.

“Nope,” Dean answered. He popped the P and leaned back on the couch. “It was a Wendigo.”

“A wendigo?” Sam repeated. “What is a wendigo?”

“They feed on human flesh. Nasty things, only fire will kill them,” Dean answered. “My dad sent me there to kill it. That’s what we do. My dad and I. We hunt monsters...well...we used to hunt monsters.”

“Monsters? Plural?” Sam uncrossed his arms and leaned forward a little. “What kind of monsters Dean?”

Dean nodded and Sam watched his eyes brighten. “Monsters...wendigo’s, demons, angels, witches, witches are the worst, they like to spew their bodily fluids every. It’s disgusting-”

“Angels?” Sam interrupted. “I didn’t realize angels are monsters.”

“Not all of them,” Dean replied. “My friend Castiel, he’s one of the good guys you know? Well, he tries to be, but really they’re all just dicks with wings.”

Sam couldn’t stop the laugh even if he wanted to. Dean blinked and suddenly leaned forward, knees braced on the coffee table as he poked Sam’s cheek.  

“I knew it.” His breath smelled like Coca Cola. “Dimples.”

He was back on the couch just as quickly as he’d been in front of Sam. Legs tucked under him, soda can in his lap. Sam tapped his pen against the notebook.

“I’m not crazy you know,” Dean said. He was still smiling, but he sounded defeated. “The last head doctor. He told my lawyer to make me sound crazy...talk about my dad...make it sound like I’m a victim and that he brainwashed me. But he didn’t. We saved people Sammy.”

“I don’t think you’re crazy Dean,” Sam said after a moment.

“You don’t?” Dean’s smile widened and Sam shook his head.

“I think…” Sam stopped tapping his pen, “you hunt monsters.”

Dean nodded. “Yes.”

“Could you tell me about them?” Sam asked. “These angels and demons of yours. How do you tell when someone’s an angel? Or if they’re a demon?” Sam asked.

“Demons have black eyes,” Dean answered. “All black. And they’ll flinch if you say, Cristo. It’s Christ in Latin. Holy water works too.”

“Holy water?” Sam asked.

“Water that’s been blessed,” Dean answered. “Burns their skin. The pilot on that plane, he was a demon.”

“Was he?” Sam asked.

Dean nodded. “Couldn’t let him kill all those people. And, you know he didn’t die.”

“What about angels?” Sam asked.

“Angels are harder,” Dean answered. “I mean, they don’t really have any tells you know. But I’m mean they’re supposed to be nice guys you know. They can’t possess humans without their consent. Usually, people who pray to them.”

“Who is Castiel possessing?” Sam asked.

“Well, he’s not...possessing anyone anymore,” Dean answered. “See, the guy he was possessing was this wholesome family guy James Novak. Nice guy too. But he prays for something better and Castiel comes along...he’s not a real people person though. Rough around the edges, but he’s a nice guy once you get to know him.”

“What happened to James, Dean?” Sam asked.

Dean's lips twitched as he smiled. “James Dean is a cool guy. Rebel Without of Cause was a great film. Do you like movies?”

“I’d like to talk about your friend Castiel,” Sam answered.

“I don’t want to talk about him anymore...he pissed me off,” Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

“Why’d he piss you off?” Sam asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Dean answered. “Can we stop talking about it?” He rubbed his arms and Sam watched the skin turn pink under the action.

“Alright. We can pick this up again tomorrow,” Sam nodded. He closed the notebook and set it aside.

“You didn’t drink your soda?” Dean frowned as he stood up.

“Wasn’t thirsty,” Sam answered.

“Oh…” Dean nodded a little.

“You can have it if you’d like,” Sam told him.

“No, that’s okay,” Dean smiled again. “You might get thirsty later.”

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Tiger Woods. Sport. Golf. USA. Mugshot.

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Tiger Woods, Masters champion again, is coming for Jack Nicklaus’ majors record

On a day at Augusta National watching something we thought we’d never see again: Tiger Woods winning the Masters.

Even the operator at the iconic 18th hole leaderboard had to let loose. Aside from the golfers, the scoreboard operators may be the most important people on the grounds at the Masters. There are no video boards or TV-equipped hospitality tents and there damn sure aren’t any phones. The manual leaderboards scattered throughout Augusta National are the only thing informing you of what’s happening beyond the isolated and specific hole you’re looking at in that moment. And even then, it’s just a numbered panel with no pictures or context or details.

Operating the board is a stressful and sometimes thankless gig. The work is critical and constant with dozens of players moving around the leaderboard concurrently. While there may be an embrace of technology underneath the surface, the Masters stands out in sports because of its strict rules that keep so much of it looking the same year after year. The volunteers at the Masters do much of this work to keep it looking the same way every year. They are there to perform a very specific role, to be very serious, and to avoid becoming a part of the tournament’s story.

So the silhouette of the 18th hole operator popping out from behind the board, which lords some 30 feet above the green, to emphatically raise a fist in the air in celebration jumped out even as a grinning Tiger Woods screamed and embraced loved ones below. It may have fallen outside the usual role and m.o. to remain unseen, but the serious and critical work had ended. Tiger freaking Woods had just won the Masters in the year 2019, 14 years after his last green jacket and 11 years after his last major championship.

The win came after we thought his spine disintegrated, four back surgeries, an embarrassing bout with the chipping yips, failed comebacks that lasted only weeks, a DUI, a mugshot, dash-cam videos, drug rehab, and other embarrassments, personal and professional, self-inflicted and otherwise. Hell, just this week, he faced a slide-tackling security guard that nearly sheared off his right foot, an Italian machine incapable of making a bogey, the top ranked players from a younger, stronger generation he inspired, and a race against a violent weather cell with tornadoes and hail before he got to his fifth green jacket.

It was a ride to get here — this last decade, and this last week. So if you’re the scoreboard operator, come out from behind that leaderboard, look at everyone else roaring around the sport’s most famous finishing scene, and celebrate with an uppercut fist pump like you yourself had just poured in a 15 footer to win the Masters. If you’re on the clubhouse wait staff, amble down in your white coats to the 18th green and celebrate with everyone else. If you’re another player or past champion, like Matt Kuchar or Justin Thomas or Bubba Watson or Bernhard Langer or Rickie Fowler, become a fan and not a competitor and hang out around the clubhouse to watch it all happen in person.

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Tiger Woods and the 18th hole scoreboard.

The scene around the 18th was just the last of a morning of full of screaming and irrationality all around the course. At the 11th, Tiger’s drive went wide right again into the same nasty mix of mud and green kitty-litterish gravel that was compacted throughout the different gallery pathways outside the ropes. On Saturday, Tiger had to hit a cut shot through the chute and down to the 11th green. On Sunday, he hit a draw out of the trees and through that same chute. But just as the fans did on Saturday, they began scooping up clumps of the foul-smelling mud mixture from a week’s worth of rain and foot traffic because it had just been blessed by Tiger’s club.

In the Spectator Guide they hand out at the Masters is a note from Augusta National co-founder Bobby Jones, which he wrote in 1967. They put it on the first page of the guide every year, and it leads with:

In golf, customs of etiquette and decorum are just as important as rules governing play. It is appropriate for spectators to applaud successful strokes in proportion to difficulty but excessive demonstrations by a player or his partisans are not proper because of the possible effect upon other companies. Most distressing to those who love the game of golf is the applauding or cheering of misplays or misfortunes of a player. Such occurrences have been rare at the Masters but we must eliminate them entirely if our patrons are to continue to merit their reputation as the most knowledgeable and considerate in the world.

Let’s just say there was not strict observance of the rule against cheering the misfortunes of a player when Francesco Molinari’s ball went in the water on the 12th hole, or at several other moments on the second nine.

The wildly fist-pumping scoreboard operator perched 30 feet in the air was just the last of many to let their more staid Augusta inhibitions slide. It was the exact day and time and reason to do so.

These scenes of celebration played out all across the course on Sunday because of the history the gallery and this tournament have with Tiger. The entire day was loaded with signifiers of that history.

There was Tony Finau playing alongside Tiger in the final group. Finau, the first Tongan and American Samaon to play the Masters, said watching Tiger win the 1997 Masters “was a turning point” in his life and made him pursue golf.

There was the moment Tiger pulled away from what had been a day-long pursuit of Molinari, who made his second double bogey of the second nine with a funky ricochet off a tree into the water at No. 15. It was at that green that Tiger’s last best chance at the Masters went sideways with a flukey bounce off the flagstick into the water. Even as it appeared Molinari did not have his best stuff on the first nine, he still avoided bogeys with up-and-downs and unexpected saves to keep Tiger chasing. Even as Molinari struggled early, it felt like we were in for a redux of last year’s Open, when Tiger made his Sunday run but Molinari was a machine unbothered by the mania and historical significance of his playing partner’s chase. Then the machine drowned on the second nine with a tee shot at the 12th that was miles short and the goofy deflection off the tree at the 15th. Standing in the middle of the fairway looking down at the 15th green, the tree is almost ornamental it’s so far to the left of the green. It should never come into play or have any impact. But Molinari’s ball found it, fell into the pond that gobbled Tiger’s ball off the flagstick in 2013, and the one player that felt like the biggest obstacle was done.

There was the 18th green meeting with his family, with CBS dovetailing the hug with his father from 1997 to the hug with his own kids in 2019. It was moving for fans watching. It was catnip for Jim Nantz and sportswriters everywhere. It was a conspicuous reminder of his long history with this tournament.

The simple lineup of clubs Tiger had to hit into each green was another signifier of the history he has with this place. He is not the strongest, longest player in golf anymore, even if he tries to look it bursting through his mock turtleneck. That look created the monster, the group, which included top five finishers Finau and Dustin Johnson and Brooks Koepka, that now present the biggest challenge to him actually winning events even if he’s healthy enough to play them. Finau routinely bombed it past him on Sunday.

The players are longer and stronger and so is Augusta National. Two months ago, Tiger narrated how he hit wedges into every par-4 and sometimes into par-5s when he won his first Masters in 1997. On Sunday, he narrated how he hit at least eight 8-irons into greens to win the Masters 22 years later. It’s still the Masters and his history here is an advantage, but the contrast in how he has to navigate it and the type of power he has to do it against is stark.

Tiger had the gallery behind him but that power around him and the Molinari problem made it feel at times like this would just be another Sunday tease you could add to the pile since 2008. This was not the traditional Tiger march to a win of old. He had to come from behind. He needed help. Tiger himself kept emphasizing the many moving pieces of the day. “I’m going to keep saying this, but there were so many different scenarios that could have happened on that back nine,” he said after the round. Since 2008, those scenarios have gone against him when he got close on the weekend at a major. This Sunday, four of the last six players to play the famous 12th hole put it in the water while old man Tiger played it safe way out to the left half of the green. Four of six in the water! The scenarios all fell his way in the final few hours, including the storms waiting to let him finish to smile and scream his way from the 18th green all the way to the clubhouse.

The scary part is that Tiger is figuring out how best to make the “scenarios” go in his favor with his Monster swigging, fused-back 43-year-old body. Whether it was a perfect lag putt on the 9th hole, when he leaned on the “putt to the picture” adage of his father, or pulling 3-woods while Finau bombed driver, Tiger is embracing a style and approach that has pushed his broken body back to being among the best players in the world.

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Tiger Woods walks off the 16th green with a two-shot lead on Sunday.

The 11-year gap between majors prompted comparisons of this 2019 Masters to the 1986 Masters, when Jack Nicklaus won 11 years after his fifth green jacket. The 2019 Masters goes into the category with 1986 as one of the greatest sporting events of all time, but from a golf perspective, it’s nothing like Nicklaus in 1986. Nicklaus said at the time of his 1986 win that he “wasn’t really a golfer anymore.” That was maybe Tiger two years ago, unable to walk and telling people at the 2017 Champions Dinner that he was done. That is not Tiger now.

Now he’s back to being the best ballstriker in the world, the area of the game where he’s the best of all time. Now he’s back to contending in three straight major championships. Now he’s back to wearing blood red mock turtlenecks. Now he’s back to winning the Masters.

Tiger’s back may crumble again. That will always be a possibility and the fact that his career once seemed over was what made a 15th major championship and Masters Sunday so surreal. But this felt less like the unexpected nostalgia trip of 1986 and more like one of the current best players in the world getting his again on a major championship Sunday.

It also felt like the start of more to come and the resumption of the chase Nicklaus’ all-time record. “The 15th was always going to be the hardest,” said a smirking Rickie Fowler about what could be coming next.