Tiger Woods has always been an idol of mine, an athlete whom I considered the most dominant and focused in the world. I always admired him for avoiding the media. He's been one of the most famous people in the world for the last fifteen years, and yet we scarcely hear a thing about him. Here's a guy, I always thought, who was above glamour and fame, who only wanted to play the game he loved at the highest level imaginable. Tiger Woods, so I told myself, was a different breed of celebrity, a paragon that other celebrities might look to.
From a subjective point of view, everything has changed. And while I understand (and indeed echo and agree with) the arguments being marshalled forth in his defence -- namely: he didn't do anything wrong legally; he deserves to keep his endorsements; the decision made by his extra-marital lover to release his voicemail to the public is a reprehensible and despicable invasion of his right to privacy; having sex is not a crime, etc. -- all things considered:
The days of me cheering for Tiger are over.
And the main reason is this: Tiger has shown his true colors. He doesn't want privacy because he's attained a higher level of enlightenment. He simply wants it so he can go around fucking waitresses in Vegas. Tiger is just like everybody else. And that breaks my heart. All of his traits that I used to explain away by referring to his impeccable character, suddenly can be explained away by the fact that he's an egotistical, rich, spoiled, self-serving athlete.
You're dead to me, Tiger. I hope you never win again.



