Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Day Two - Tiger Woods

While I'm waiting for my website to be completed I thought I'd share my thoughts about Tiger Woods.

Although I don't condone or agree with his chosen lifestyle, I understand it. It makes perfect sense. It really does.

Let me explain.

Everyone knows Tiger grew up insulated, sheltered and protected. No new news here.

But, if you played golf in elementary school you were on your own. You don't have friends. All of the other kids are playing the cool sports...football, baseball, basketball...if you played golf, no matter how good you might be, you were not cool. You were a geek.

When you move on to junior-high, it's more of the same, but gets worse. Now you have school teams. Cheerleaders. Not the golf team. All alone, the geek squad. No crowds come and watch the junior-high golf team.

In high-school and college it's the same but elevated to another level. The football team has groupies, cheerleaders and craziness around them. Not the geeky-golf squad. As far as I know, there weren't too many golf groupies running around a college like Stanford.

Tiger was on his own, probably a non-dater through most if not all of college.

Think about it.

So, when he turned professional with all of that fanfare back in the mid nineties, everything happened overnight.

The day he turned pro, he got his American Express sponsorship and he was a millionaire.

What comes with this sudden fame and fortune???

Yep...you guessed it. Instant Groupies.

For the first time in his life he had women hanging out to meet him at every turn, at his hotel door, in the lobby, by his car, at the golf club, the airport, the restaurant, the bar...literally everywhere he went, all day long.

What does a young, single, rich man do??? Just what he should have. Me, you and everyone we know would have done the same thing.

The problem is he couldn't stop once he made the decision to get married.

He had never had women before, and in his mind he thought "I have to give up the groupies only after seven years? Can't I do this a little longer? Maybe, forever???".

Nope.

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