Used to like Tiger Woods. Seemed like a pretty boy with a stack of talent. Now he makes me want to revisit my breakfast. How much longer is he going to lick boots? Now he is listening to his dead Dad asking him: "Did you learn anything?" Not so far, no.
That first press call was bad enough, cuddling up to his mom and prostrating himself for the cameras. Noticed the wife wasn't listening, she can spot a kissed backside from afar.
Now his latest tv ads have a voice-over from Earl Woods, who died in 2006, chastising his boy. You'd have thought he might have been a tad glad to be rid of such a controlling influence. Chance to get on and do it his way.
He made mistakes, but that's between him and the missus. Not for us to glory in and no place for a dead dad, that's for sure. Every tiger must have it's wild side. When one rolls over and show it's underbelly we all feel cheated. Can't take it seriously any more. Give up the ghosts and stick to golf Tiger. And maybe, in time, we will forget what a silly pussy you made of yourself.
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