Stalking Tiger: The unspeakable in pursuit of the unimpeachable
Guess what folks. Sports writer Jay Price is exactly right:
“Tiger's private life is none of our business.”
That’s the point.
“. . . Sure, we're all curious.
“But there's a difference between curiosity and a need to know.
“If he was running for public office, or had his finger on the nuclear button, we might have reason to question Woods' judgment.
“But he's a golfer.
“What's the worst a miscreant like him might do, if he's not forced to come clean for our enjoyment — wear plaid on Sundays?
“. . . like most athletes who aren't named John Daly or Dennis Rodman, Woods has worked hard to keep his private life private.
“Now the gossipmongers have their shorts in a bunch, because he won't spill some dirt.
Because, hey, what's more fun than seeing an icon undressed in public?
“. . . It's only coincidence that the same weekend the satellite trucks were lining up outside the Woods' gated community, Jeter was named Sports Illustrated's Sportsman of the Year. . .
"‘I realize people are curious to hear what's going on with you away from the field,’ Jeter said. ‘But I think some things should be private.’
“That doesn't change because Tiger Woods drives his car into a fire hydrant, and we want to know if he had a fight with his wife.
“If some people don't want to buy Buicks because he's not sharing the messy details, that's their right.
“If they don't want to wear shirts with a Nike swoosh on them, that's surely their privilege.
“And if at some point, Nike or another of his corporate sponsors decides Tiger isn't the guy they want representing their product — hey, that's life in the marketplace.
“One way or another, Woods will be back on the golf course soon enough, muscling impossible shots out of the deep rough toward distant pins, and draining 30-footers for our amusement.
“Until then, the rest of us might have to get a life.”
Think you can manage that?