Golfers need HGH for the same reasn baseball players do. Add power to their hitting and/or speed up recovery from injuries
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Tiger dies in another car accident and goes to hell for his transgressions, where the devil is waiting. "I don't know what to do. You're on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay, so here's the deal. I've got some folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go and let you take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves." Tiger thought that sounded good, so the devil opened the door to the first room.
In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. Ted kept diving and surfacing, empty handed. Over and over he dived and surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell. "No," Tiger said. "I don't think so. I never was a good swimmer--just a good golfer." The devil nodded and led him to the next room.
In it was George Bush with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer endlessly. He paused to ask Satan if his "mission was accomplished", and the devil told him he wasn't even close. "No, this is no good, said Tiger. I've got a problem with my shoulder from too many golf swings. I would be in constant agony."
The devil opened a third door. Through it, Tiger saw Bill Clinton, lying on the bed with his legs restrained in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica, doing what she does best. Tiger grinned from ear to ear and said, "Yeah, Mr. Devil, I can handle this."
The devil returned his smile before saying, "OK, Monica, you're free to go."