I’ve been reticent to discuss the Tiger Woods saga that all-of-a-sudden legitimized the entire gossip blog industry
, but in light of the Woods’ “confession
,” I figured now would be as good of a time as any to say, “Nope, I still don’t care.” I mean, Tiger has nothing to be proud of, betraying the woman that gave birth to his children, but for me, that’s something they have to deal with on their own terms.
Not mine, yours, or TMZ.com’s.
I will say, however, it has been fun watching the blogs trip over themselves to be first. First with pictures of the women in Tiger’s life. First to run Tiger’s apology. First to run the voicemails.
I wonder how many of these folks would be so eager to be first if it were their friends, family, or even themselves on the chopping block? Granted, my approach is obviously in the minority — that is, I just don’t care about this story because I’ve always steered this blog towards an approach of, “I’m doing this to celebrate my love of sports” while avoiding the the pop culture side of the things.
Hell, that’s probably a bit naive, but it doesn’t change the fact that I still don’t care about Tiger’s apparent infidelities.
I don’t care about his relationship with Rachel Uchitel.
I don’t care about his relationship with Jaimee Grubbs.
I don’t care about his relationship with Kalika Moquin.
All I care about when it comes to Tiger Woods is whether or not he’ll win the next golf tournament he’s scheduled to be in. If, in the meantime, he decides to bed the woodwind section of the Boston Philharmonic, well, that’s on him. And them.
Perhaps I should hold athletes to a higher standard.
Or perhaps people should mind their own business.
So here we are: $164 worth of traffic violations, a ton of “look at me” photographs of women who fully embrace the Facebook era of taking pictures of every little accomplishment they’ve had since the invention of digital photography because they’re all so deep, and a smashed SUV window later. But what have we accomplished? In what ways did we grow, and/or improve our lot in life?
That’s just it, we haven’t. Now that the cat is out of the bag, the women involved will have fun with their 15 minutes, the Woods’ relationship will undoubtedly change, and we, the readers and reporters, will simply move on to the next salacious story.
Time well spent, apparently.