It’s everywhere. It’s all over the news. It was on Larry King last night. And I’m on the bandwagon with the rest of the world. I’m fascinated. I can’t turn away.
My love for Tiger Woods started many years ago. I’ve been a golfer for 15 years. Yes, it’s pathetic that after all these years, I can’t call myself a great golfer. But I switched to become a right handed golfer five years ago, and that was the onset of my demise. I love Tiger for his discipline, for his control, for his focus. He’s incredible to watch. He’s intense, regimented, competitive. To watch Tiger Woods play golf live is a true thrill. My husband and I flew to England to see the Ryder Cup a few years ago. He oozes appeal, he’s like a magnet. Seriously.
So here he is… PERFECT in every way. He– the ultimate athlete. Best golfer in the world, and probably the best that ever lived. Gazillionaire. His wife– gorgeous, sweet, soft spoken, quietly standing by her man at every tournament. Two beautiful kids. Completely out of the tabloids and limelight. Never seen at clubs. Never seen drunk. ALWAYS in control. Always private but courteous (except when he’s throwing himself or a club on the golf course, but hey, he’s the most competitive athlete in the world)! An image that’s as squeaky clean as Mr. Clean himself.
