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 