Everything costs money these days, including watching the Kentucky-North Carolina game. Yes, that tasty treat from Rupp Arena was “free” on cable, but do those UK kids know how much they cost parents of young basketball players? Nike had better set aside some overtime for the sweatshop that makes those cool sleeves that fit over your shooting arm.

Teeing off: The January issue of Golf Digest features a cover story entitled “10 Tips Obama Can Take From Tiger.” Not kidding. We can only assume these morsels of wisdom don’t include tips on health care reform or how to avoid paparazzi in Australia.

I’m thinking Tiger’s list might be more along the lines of:

• Keep your golf clubs at the country club, not in the house where angry family members can grip it and rip it.

• Always leave the garage door open. This makes it easier to get the SUV on the road quickly and up to a speed at which air bags will deploy.

• Find a good doctor who will come to your house 24 hours a day. This prevents police from filing reports. It’s worked for years for mobsters and the bikers on “Sons of Anarchy.”

We can watch: I was hoping to get the Christmas lights up this weekend, but Kroger, Fifth Third Bank and a Cincinnati TV station bought a bunch of Bengals tickets, preventing a blackout of the big showdown with the Lions.

Now the Bengals are worried about the regular-season finale in three weeks. The Chiefs two days after Christmas could be a tough sell, especially if Cincy has the AFC North wrapped up.

Trophy case: Ohio State legend Archie Griffin’s status as the only two-time Heisman Trophy winner is secure. The big intangible that was in Tim Tebow’s corner was his standing as college football’s ultimate winner. Now that he’s lost, no repeat. Maybe God wants it that way. Colt McCoy, get your speech ready.

Quick hits: Chelsea Clinton’s fiance works for Goldman Sachs, which means some of our bailout money probably went into his last bonus. I’m crashing that reception and at least getting a piece of cake out of the deal. ... The NFL’s new obsession with concussions is good for big guys in pads, but it makes being a fantasy football owner a nightmare. ... After watching Allen Iverson’s tearful return to Philly, I’m a fan. He comes off as a real person, not a robot like, well, the golfer on Jesper Parnevik’s hit list.

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