Like a tiger caught in headlights
Executive Editor
Hank Drew
Issue date: 12/1/09 Section: Opinion
A tiger has jumped into the ocean, and the sharks are circling.
Tiger Woods, the superman of golf, pulled out of his driveway at 2:25 a.m. Friday in his Cadillac SUV, ran into a fire hydrant and then hit a tree.
Woods was later found by a neighbor, passed out and bleeding, according to a 911 call from the day of the accident.
Normally when I hear a story like this, my first thought is: Someone has been hitting the wet bar.
Police said this incident did not involve alcohol. I guess we should assume no drugs as well.
Reports have started circulating that Woods may have been accused of having an affair, and that this incident could be a case of domestic violence - wife on husband domestic violence.
According to the police report, Woods' wife, Elin Nordegren used a golf club to break the rear window of the vehicle, and then pulled Woods from the SUV after she heard the accident from inside their home.
Tiger, you have some 'splainin' to do.
As of this morning, Woods had not yet spoken with police investigators about the incident.
I think Woods would do well for himself if he fully explained the accident to the police.
But, in this TMZ-driven society, we all want the dirt.
We want to see pictures of the accused mistress. We want to see pictures of the nine-iron sized divot in the side of Woods' head.
Frankly, the furor over this incident is sickening, and I am worn out by the tabloid nation.
This repulsion does not come from any respect for Woods. He's just a guy who happens to make a lot of money hitting balls.
I am repulsed by what the tabloid nation has done to us and what it ends up doing to people.
We've evolved into a nation of ghouls seeking to devour the flesh of fallen stars.
Google Trends, an index of search requests, was swamped by searches for Woods' accused mistress.
Why do we care? Don't we have better things to do with our time? Cyber Monday? Eyebrow threading?
Have our lives become so empty that all we care about is the next nipple slip or the next celebrity burnout?
I'll admit that my eyes do drift toward "Star" and "The National Enquirer" when I am waiting in line at the grocery store, and I also rubber-neck when I see car crashes.
But, I always feel dirty when I do it - unclean.
Fight those base reactions and spend that energy on something more worthy.
Let's all go back into our caves, and let the police handle the situation.
Woods does have to answer to them, and perhaps his wife will as well.
In the end, he owes us nothing except to continue to excel in a mind-numbing sport and sell a load of polo shirts for Nike.
Tiger Woods, the superman of golf, pulled out of his driveway at 2:25 a.m. Friday in his Cadillac SUV, ran into a fire hydrant and then hit a tree.
Woods was later found by a neighbor, passed out and bleeding, according to a 911 call from the day of the accident.
Normally when I hear a story like this, my first thought is: Someone has been hitting the wet bar.
Police said this incident did not involve alcohol. I guess we should assume no drugs as well.
Reports have started circulating that Woods may have been accused of having an affair, and that this incident could be a case of domestic violence - wife on husband domestic violence.
According to the police report, Woods' wife, Elin Nordegren used a golf club to break the rear window of the vehicle, and then pulled Woods from the SUV after she heard the accident from inside their home.
Tiger, you have some 'splainin' to do.
As of this morning, Woods had not yet spoken with police investigators about the incident.
I think Woods would do well for himself if he fully explained the accident to the police.
But, in this TMZ-driven society, we all want the dirt.
We want to see pictures of the accused mistress. We want to see pictures of the nine-iron sized divot in the side of Woods' head.
Frankly, the furor over this incident is sickening, and I am worn out by the tabloid nation.
This repulsion does not come from any respect for Woods. He's just a guy who happens to make a lot of money hitting balls.
I am repulsed by what the tabloid nation has done to us and what it ends up doing to people.
We've evolved into a nation of ghouls seeking to devour the flesh of fallen stars.
Google Trends, an index of search requests, was swamped by searches for Woods' accused mistress.
Why do we care? Don't we have better things to do with our time? Cyber Monday? Eyebrow threading?
Have our lives become so empty that all we care about is the next nipple slip or the next celebrity burnout?
I'll admit that my eyes do drift toward "Star" and "The National Enquirer" when I am waiting in line at the grocery store, and I also rubber-neck when I see car crashes.
But, I always feel dirty when I do it - unclean.
Fight those base reactions and spend that energy on something more worthy.
Let's all go back into our caves, and let the police handle the situation.
Woods does have to answer to them, and perhaps his wife will as well.
In the end, he owes us nothing except to continue to excel in a mind-numbing sport and sell a load of polo shirts for Nike.
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