Tiger Woods, I read where we're gonna hear today and maybe more in coming days, some grubby stuff about one long affair or a bunch of serial encounters or both.
It appears you've been so quiet because you've had a lot to be quiet about.
As I've said I'm amazed at how upset I am by all this, and have had to admit: Because I admire your the way you play golf so much, I allowed myself to admire you too.
My inner child, I guess—the same naive little feller who for years accused all your detractors of being jealous of your greatness … and of my hero!
When am I ever going to grow up? Ah, that's my problem, not yours.
But speaking of children, even if this episode blows over, it's now a permanent fact of history and your little kids will one day grow up and read about it on the Internet and have questions.
I have an idea what questions they might ask, because they're probably similar to the ones I have:
• Gee Dad, how could you move through the world with such apparent calm and grace and self-assurance knowing your life is an increasingly unstable house of cards?
• Tell us more about the "character education" you do at the Tiger Woods foundation.
• How could you go around giving pat answers to
complicated questions when your life appears to be a complicated answer
to a simple question?
• And how could you bring yourself to play the young pup in media interviews, talking at every opportunity about about how your father was your "best friend" and saying things like, "I'm honored to continue his legacy of caring and sharing"?
I don't have to tell you this, but you shouldn't be too quick to respond publicly to all this.
You shouldn't even be too quick to respond privately.
Maybe you don't need to respond at all.
Maybe, like Ali, you're great enough to get away with the Popeye defense (I yam what I yam).
But it looks the caring and sharing shit is over, my friend. And a lot of other smarmy stuff is too. About high time, I guess. For all of us.