You don’t usually hear much about Tiger Woods. Other than his golf results, he tends to stay out of the limelight. Which is why it was surprising to hear on Friday morning that he was in the hospital after a car accident near his house.
Tiger was hammered on Thanksgiving and got into a car!
Only, no, alcohol wasn’t involved. The facts: He was going under 33 miles per hour since the airbags didn’t deploy and the back windows of his vehicle were smashed by a golf club. Since then the rumor mills have been regularly churning out so called news on the event, despite Tiger not releasing a statement until later in the afternoon on the 29th. An amazing amount of information considering the lack of factual evidence and all the speculation on which it’s based.
Our fascination probably has to do with Tiger never being involved in slanderous stories. Or golf as a whole since it’s never been associated with loud personalities interested in garnering attention and blaming their possession of narcotics on the fact that they were wearing someone else’s pants. Usually, the craziest aspect of golf is when someone wears an argyle sweater with checkered pants. It’s a pretty tame sport and group of athletes.
For a moment when all this gossip was flying around, it was akin to finding out the uptight high school librarian had stared in a porn movie to make some cash on the side. This was something so different from the impression and carefully sculpted image Tiger has established and maintained that most people I knew were talking about it.
At this point, Tiger’s silence has only added to the general fascination. Whoever Tiger’s public relations person is should be fired. The event is unfortunate, but the handling of it leads me to wonder if he has anyone working PR for him at all. I understand he wants privacy, I understand that he probably thought in staying silent people would have nothing to go on and move on to the next tabloid highlight. But in holding out for so long on giving a statement or denying any of the stories, in one sense, he’s given the media the green light to deconstruct his marriage and extra curricular activities. It isn’t necessarily right, but it’s selling papers or attracting visitors to a site. And selling papers is the bottom line, especially now that print media is struggling to survive this recession. He has to know that by taking this tack while the end goal might get accomplished, in the meantime, the press is going to feast on him and his wife like vultures. And if what the National Enquirer is claiming as the cause of the fight is actually the case, all of this attention can’t be helping them get through anything.