I've got a little secret to confess: I actually like the show Entourage.

Call me crazy. It's OK, sometimes I think I am. Especially after gritting my teeth through another unbearable episode every Sunday night. The show has become a car crash mixed with one of those really bad American Idol auditions, painful on your eyes and ears, but you just...can't...look...away.

This season has been no different.

Eric has officially turned into Billy Walsh's prophecy: A walking, talking "suit," working for the man, and sipping chardonnay with his fiancee, all while they plan their wedding (good times; I just hope he turned his penis in to the proper authorities). Turtle's turned every episode into a Dos Equis commercial, and pushed tequila on the American consumer the way a 30-year-old, first-time mom pushes pictures of her newborn on unsuspecting friends. And Drama? Well that dude is just pushing 50.

Finally there's Vince, who has slowly but surely become less likeable than Brett Favre throwing footballs to high school kids in Mississippi, which is no small feat. He's dating a porn star, doing drugs, and throwing his life away. There may not be a less likeable character on TV.

But as I watched this weekend's past episode, I couldn't help but notice something: How the alcohol/drug/womanizing downfall that Vince is in the middle of, looks eerily familiar. Then I realized where I'd seen it before: This past year with Tiger Woods—a guy who just so happens to be back in the news after finalizing his divorce with Elin on Monday.

After catching a replay of Entourage again last night (again, I don't know why I watched—I guess I'm a masochist), I really started to wonder, who's had a worse year, Tiger Woods or Vinnie Chase?

Let's investigate.

(Because of length, this is just PART of Aaron's comparison of Vinny Chase and Tiger Woods. To read the remainder, please click here, or visit www.aarontorres-sports.com)

The Beginnings

Tiger: I've never believed in the mantra of, "You'll always remember where you were and who you were with, when XYZ happened," but when it comes to Tiger's free-fall, I actually do. I was on my couch, the day after Thanksgiving last fall, when CBS cut away from the Auburn-Alabama football game for a breaking news story. That story of course was that Woods—the world's most dominant athlete—had been in an accident after leaving his house at 2:25 in the morning.

Being in the post-holiday, catatonic state I was in, all I could think was, "Hmm, I hope he's OK...Now, can we please get back to some football?!" It never even crossed my mind that it was kind of weird that Woods would be speeding out of his driveway at 2:25 in the morning the night after a holiday. Maybe I should have picked up on that, but what can I say? I never claimed to be smart.

Anyway, fast-forward a few days, and the story started to gain layers: That Tiger's wife smashed out the windows of his car with a golf club; that despite bleeding and having a swollen lip, Woods was sound asleep in the street without shoes on when the cops showed up; and that, oh, by the way, Tiger appeared to have more young women's phone numbers in his Blackberry than Jennifer Lopez in The Wedding Planner.

Personally, I found the whole thing a little weird at the time, mainly because Tiger didn't seem like the type that would go out and actually socialize with people. It wasn't so much that he couldn't be a cheater, just the notion of him hitting on girls was actually kind of funny to think about. I even wrote the following in early December:

"For Woods to cheat on his wife, it means that he has to go out, and, you know, be sociable and stuff. Honestly, if I saw Tiger out at a bar, my first thought wouldn’t be, 'Oh, my God, that’s Tiger Woods,' but 'Oh, my God, Tiger Woods goes to bars?' It’s like seeing your aunt have one too many glasses of champagne on New Year’s Eve, who knew Aunt Helen drank?

Personally I’ve always pictured Tiger being about as anti-social off the course as he is on it.

After his round, I saw him sitting in his hotel room in flannel pajama pants, eating pudding, and fuming about the bunker that he hit on the 11th hole, throwing his spoon across the room after thinking about it for too long.

Then he’d hit the lights at 9:30, toss and turn all night, and eventually roll himself out of bed and hit the driving range two hours before the rest of his competitors the next morning. That’s the overly competitive, never satisfied Woods that we all know. Not some weirdo with a Grey Goose and tonic hitting on some chick named Monique with bicep tattoos."

Apparently, I was wrong.

Vinnie: For Vinnie Chase, the beginnings of his downfall were much more innocent.

He was out in California with his boys, partying, meeting girls, and occasionally flying off to Hawaii or Vegas on a whim. Basically, the guy was living the life that almost every man wants but doesn't have the resources, looks, or intelligence to actually pull off.

Over time, Vince's easy-breezy attitude rubbed some people the wrong way, but he never really did anything to put his career in jeopardy. He was the quintessential super good-looking guy, always able to talk his way into and out of trouble.

In a weird turn of events, Vinnie's downward spiral actually began while he was working (which is weird since he never actually seems to do anything).

Vinnie was on the set of a movie, and the director asked him to start doing his own stunts, and drive head-on into a wall. Hesitant, Vinnie finally gave, smashing like a crash dummy into the wall. He emerged from the wreck shaken, a little bruised, and literally on fire, but no worse for wear.

Maybe the crash shook his brain a little, I don't know, but after the incident, Vinnie took the "Live like it's your last day," mantra a little too seriously. Rather than doing like you or I might and converting to Buddhism or backpacking through Europe, Vinnie took the opposite approach. He bought a motorcycle, jumped out of an airplane, and cut those long blacks locks off the top of his head. You know, the ones that made all the ladies swoon.

And when it came to his downfall, well, it was officially on.

The Women

Tiger: Tiger's downfall began when women started emerging by the foursome, all with stories of their dalliances with Woods. Over time, each became more disturbing, disgusting, and intriguing than the last.

There was Rachel Uchitel, the nightclub promoter who got the whole thing rolling. And Jamie Grubbs, the cocktail waitress. And Jamie Jungers, the model from Las Vegas. Then, the porn stars came out, followed by the former porn stars. Then, his former next-door neighbor came out. They might not all have been telling the truth, but clearly enough to indicate that Tiger had a problem, and we had the most interesting celebrity story of 2010.

(On a side note, this is also reason No. 2,147 why I'm never getting married: The idea that (by my calculations), there's about a 60 percent chance that my future wife may have had an intimate encounter with Woods. And if not him, probably Antonio Cromartie.

Forget Vinnie. I think I'm going to convert to Buddhism).

Vinnie: Vinnie's problems with women were basically the exact opposite of Tiger's. The more he had, the better off he was.

For years, the guy owned Hollywood and seemingly had a new girl for every day of the calendar year. Quite frankly, I wouldn't even be surprised if US Weekly reported sometime next week that he and Tiger crossed swords at some point during an especially sloppy weekend in Vegas.

All along, Turtle claimed that Vinnie wasn't the type to settle down, only that's exactly what happened when Vinnie met real life porn star Sasha Grey (playing herself on the show). If we've learned one thing from Tiger and Vince these last few months, it's that dating a porn star is nothing but trouble! Who knew?

Anyway, the Chase-Grey courtship has really been no different than how you and I first started out with our wives/girlfriends. They drink tequila by the pool during the day, pop Vicodin at night, and post lurid videos on Twitter in between. Again, just your typical, run of the mill stuff.

The first sign that Vinnie wasn't thinking clearly though, came when he took Grey with him to meet the director of his upcoming movie. It led to an awkward silence, not only in the meeting, but assuredly when the director sat down at the dinner table with his wife that night. It didn't help that Vinnie came to the meeting reeking of tequila.

Needless to say, the guy was officially in over his head. And a downward spiral had begun...

(Because of length, this is just PART of Aaron's comparison of Tiger Woods downfall to that of Vinnie Chase's. To read the rest please click here or visit Aaron at www.aarontorres-sports.com.

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