Now that the ruckus regarding Tiger Woods is settling down, we can wade in with our reasoned overview. Upfront, we don’t know what actually happened, as we weren’t there. For that matter, the media wasn’t there either. The only two people who were there aren’t talking, so we’re into the land of wooly speculation, supposition and juicy guesstimation.
First off, Tiger Woods is worth somewhere near 8 Zillion dollars. He doesn’t fly economy and doesn’t stay at a Super8 motel. He has people who do things for him that you and I have to do because we don’t have personal assistants, aides, or ‘people’ who look after the minutiae of getting around and doing things that we all have to accomplish in the course of a day.
Secondly, Tiger Woods is a professional golfer. He hits a ball with a stick. It isn’t like he’s causing World Peace to break out, or finding a cure for cancer. He doesn’t carry the launch codes in his wallet and his involvement in third-world political stability is about the same as yours and mine: That would be None for those keeping score at home.
Let us assume that the events went down as advertised. He and the Missus were discussing relationship issues when things went off the rails. Perhaps there was a disclosure or two that were not received well. Someone lost their temper and took a golf club to someone else. One of the participants hopped in the car and tried to drive away with some alacrity, possibly under a barrage of club swings, shattering glass and general emotional mayhem. It would seem a tree and a fire hydrant were parenthetically involved, then police.
The media involvement happened moments later. As soon as you mention Tiger Woods is involved, the media descends like nattering gnats gnawing on the purported half-truths, suppositions and fourth-hand speculations from people who weren’t there. Serving up an order of perspective here, if it was Buddy Jamoke who got de-assed from the house by his missus because he played some away-games, it wouldn’t even rate a page seventeen police blotter note.
Which comes back to why do we care? Yes, Tiger is a celebrity and a damn fine golfer, but his direct input on all our lives is about three-ten thousandths of sweet frig-all. Which also means our input on his lifestyle choices is exactly the same; .0003 over SFA.
The same math applies to his relationship issues being ‘our’ business: Mathematically insignificant. So close to zero as to be a rounding error. Null. Zip. Nada.
Let us let Tiger and the wife figure their stuff out. In private. Without our input. We would never presume to tell him how to golf and we should never presume to tell him how to run his private life.
RoadDave 