His yacht is ironically named “Privacy.”
It used to be a word associated with Tiger Woods. The golfer led a life dominated only by headlines related to his golf game. But it was the other game that brought Tiger down, the game of infidelity.
The apparently happily married couple were suddenly forced into the limelight after Woods crashed his pimp-mobile outside his home. It was then that we found out that the boyish looking golf pro was actually a cougar hunter. The women who reportedly had affairs with Tiger were coming forward faster than a group of roaches when the lights are turned off.
Oh the price of fame.
Here in Palm Beach County, FL, the newspapers are abuzz with stores of Tiger’s yacht being stocked with food, Elin Nordegren (Woods’ wife) taking their son to lunch, and one of Tiger’s mistresses, Rachel Uchitel, doing some shopping at Publix in Palm Beach. This is Christmas day for the media and the paparazzi on the hunt for the elusive cat who is being closely guarded by his handlers best golf stand bags.
Today we’re hearing that Elin wants out and has reportedly stopped wearing her wedding ring. To that I say, “You go girl!” At the same time, the philanderer was named “Athlete of the Decade” by the Associated Press. I have mixed feelings on this one. His accomplishments should be recognized, but now wasn’t the time to do it.
I don’t feel sorry for Tiger. I feel sorry for his wife and children who now have to deal with the fallout caused by a cheater. All the money and fame in the world will never wipe away the stain caused by someone who just couldn’t keep it in his pants.