In the past week, we have all become a little too familiar with Tiger Wood’s personal life. Since the crash, the unsavory characters have been rushing to sell the tabloids voicemails, texts and photos of their exploits with him.
As much as I admire Tiger as an athlete, I am saddened to watch this shake down. See, he was never someone they wanted to accept in their circles in the first place. His kind was never allowed to play at their exclusive clubs. A black golfer. A young golfer. Cocky. Arrogant. Who did this kid think he was to arrive on their scene and then dominate the way he did?
The endorsements rained in. The accolades. The money. The fame. Sure, they accepted him because they were forced to. Clearly, he wasn’t going anywhere. But they never really liked it.
I have been watching all of the coverage and the sports shows and while it’s unfortunate that his private life is spiling out in the media, it’s still his private life. It’s a situation he and his wife will have to deal with. The vitrol and personal hate for him that seeps into the opinions is so blatant. I think one reporter on ESPN actually said “He was always cocky and finally he’s fallen down to earth like the rest of us.” If that is not a fine example of hate, I don’t know what is.
Tiger definitely effed up. I also can’t hate on Mrs. Woods for handling her business. Sometimes you have to bust the windows out his car (c) Jazmine Sullivan. However, focus on reporting the facts and not on how glad you are that his shine has been tarnished. No one likes a hater.


