As publicity seekers of the female persuasion are beginning to sleaze their way out of the woodwork to claim an affair with Tiger, I'm saddened. Not because I believe a single one of them, but because where there is smoke their is usually something smoldering. If any of it is true, my heart is broken. If not, the damage has been done by false claims. The salacious will win out no matter what.
It makes one ponder if men of power or celebrity will ever learn that they can't have their cake and eat it too. Even if innocent of anything, there are those waiting in the wings who will jump on the band wagon for their fifteen minutes. It's the bane of being famous.
What troubles me, though, is how often I get duped. Most recently it was Andre Agassi's admission he used meth. As the extremely talented wild boy of tennis, such news shouldn't have surprised me even though I hadn't ever heard the rumors. Is it really cathartic to these people to expose their warts to fans who would rather not see them?
John Edwards. I had seen the rumor of his affair several weeks before it broke and hoping it wasn't true, ignored it. Oh well.
Now it's Tiger Woods. A golfer no less. Who ever hears about a golfer in other than in sports reports? Oh, occasionally, sure. But never, ever, on a daily basis. Am I missing that too?
So now the Florida Highway Patrol has issued their statement. Woods will be issued a citation and their investigation is finished.
I've become jaded, I'll admit. Nothing surprises me anymore. Yet still I hope.
It is just the beginning for the tabloids. They won't be satisfied until Tiger's tanked. I agree he does need to face them and say something, even if it's no more than, 'Yes, I hit a tree and a fire hydrant at 2 in the morning. I will have no further comment on the matter.' Period.
Neither will I.