My friend has grown weary of the Tiger tale. He's weary of how everybody from the media to the paparazzi to people who don't know golf from Ping-Pong has obsessed over the world's greatest golfer.
He's unwilling, of course, to pardon Tiger's adultery. How could he? He himself is a person of principles, and his principles don't brook behavior of Tiger's kind. Yet my friend has weighed in his mind what his conduct might have been had he been, well ... the world's greatest golfer.
He offers no answer.
"I wish I could pull into town and have 50 women outside my hotel wanting to do anything I wanted them to do," my friend tells me. "The women - the women you dream about having when you were in high school -- they're everywhere."
When you're the world's greatest golfer, these women are everywhere. They are everywhere when you're the world's greatest basketball player or the world's greatest sprinter or the world's greatest cyclist or the world's greatest violinist. The women show up in all the places where a so-called "great" man goes, my friend says.
They have no qualms about a man's marital status or a man's sexual appetite. They will sate that appetite for him - and do whatever else a man might want women to do, my friend says.
I agree, it's totally his fault. I get so tired of hearing the same old excuses. You would do it too if women did this, or How can you blame the guy with all these women around all the time. Well, you don't have to ask the women to come to your room and you certainly don't have to pay for women to come to your room. The guy had it all. Beautful wife, sterling reputation, 2 healthy kids, and more money than anyone could deal with, and it wasn't enough. He wanted more. Well getting more is going to leave him with a whole lot less. Money gone, wife gone, and kids gone half the time. I hope it was worth it.