A bit behind the pop culture curve as always, I’m just catching up with the flap over Tiger Woods and his wandering putter and can’t help but wonder about the reactions his now-admitted infidelity is getting.
It seems people are surprised … and disappointed.
Why?
Because he’s such a “nice guy” in his public personal? Do the People Mag photos of cuddling a new baby in tender fatherhood sum up the man? Does the fact that his wife presents the best of model-like beauty convince the world that he’s bound to be bound?
Gimme a break.
Tiger is a man.
It doesn’t matter one bit if he’s a famous, rich, handsome, charming man … in fact that makes philandering even more likely than for the obscure, poor, ugly and socially clumsy.
It doesn’t matter one bit that he’s happily married with children.
It doesn’t matter one bit that screwing around could cost his reputation, his marriage, his career.
It doesn’t matter one bit that sinking one in other women’s grassy greens could rip the heart out of the woman who dedicated herself to him, threaten the stability of his children and ruin lives.
Nope.
The only thing that matters is an easy hole at the end of a short fairway and a chance to make the shot without drawing a crowd. The hole doesn’t need to be special in any way, nor even well groomed … a hole is a hole is a hole.
Because there are so many public courses offering free play at the drop of a smile, opportunities to take off-the-books strokes are aplenty, and few players resist the pull of a new lay, especially those that offer no real challenge.
Tiger can cry now, beg for forgiveness, plead for privacy, experience deep and profound remorse … because he got caught.
Men are dogs, whether they carry a seven iron, a fishing line, a football, a guitar or the Presidential Seal.
It’s time to revisit this post, perhaps …
A collection of my short stories:
I'm in this one, too ...
And I'm in here, as well ...
Paradise Preoccupied 
I know two wrongs don’t make a right, but why are we assuming that Tiger’s wife is an angel and has done no wrong? All I know is that we really know nothing about these people. The media is not reliable.
Frankly, I’d be happy if the media never wrote another word about some celebrity’s personal life. It is so BORING!
I like Tiger’s new nickname though – “Cheetah.”
Since straight men usually only cheat with women, the two-time-tango swings both ways. You would think the man would aspire to a hole in one, though. Cheetah … good one.
Ha ha, this golf metaphor should be in your next book of short stories, that I’m anxiously awaiting.
I have a few ready, but am not going through that again for a while.
Good Lord not you too! I’m so sick of hearing about Tiger Woods I could scream and I agree with Lisa about the media. We are no longer a nation of news but of scandal and how many fools do we have to put up on a pedestal only to discover they are human. Since you are not here in the states and have to hear about it every time you turn on the TV or radio consider yourself lucky. Some people are happy to see he is not the squeaky clean bore that we all thought he was. Obviously he was not happily married and I’ve heard that even more boys are running to the golf courses now cause they think it’s an easy way to pick up girls. If there was any justice in the world (and we know there is not) Tiger and his family would go away with Jon and Kate Gosslin (another couple of deadbeats you have been spared from) and disappear. OK done venting.
That’s a bit unfair to dogs, I think. When dogs chase every tail that they see, they are being true to their own nature.
They don’t pretend to be something they are not, and they don’t make promises that they can’t keep.
Men like Tiger mess around because they can, and because they fail to grasp the fundamental difference between the worlds of fantasy and reality. In one of them, you can mess around all you want and there are never any consequences.
We live in the other one.
The question may be, though, what is the true nature of men … ?
I can’t say I’m interested in Tiger’s sex life just because he can hit a dimpled ball, but I don’t even understand that whole cheating thing.
It seems about as logical as a shoe crazed woman paying 500 dollars for shoes when the rent is due.
Or me buying more moths when the rent is due soon >< *really wants more moths*
I was so hoping that that Steve Harvey Book I read excerpts from was wrong, but he seems like a nutwit for blaming women for that sort of thing when it's the men who need to put a leach on a certain part of their bodies.