The Tiger in the Wild Woods

Golf, arguably the most dignified, regal sport has had its world spiced up in the the past few weeks as a scandal erupted, scorching the greenish innocence of the fairway.

Golf's main man, Tiger Woods has been bitten and scratched by the recent scathing headlines and not to forget, by the vicious, razor-clawed, zealous paparazzi that seem to prowl in his wake.

This poor little feline, once proud of his squeaky clean reputation has had to curl up in the corner with his head hanging low.



It was a diminutive incident that the press vultures attacked with savage eagerness, tearing up the event to the carcass and then proceeding to make sense of it all; putting the pieces together - a couple of telephone calls, numerous insiders, consultation with Tabloid headlines and BAM! They had themselves a full-blown juicy scandal. Everything they could hope for - A seemingly good guy, a Swedish model-wife, a bit of violence with the crowning touch of a golf club being used, a car crash, extramarital affairs, rowdy parties - The gossip columns practically wrote themselves. Extra, extra, EXTRA!



But in all fairness, Tiger Woods did publicly apologise, regretting every 'transgression' as he called it.
He even admired his wife's courage after the crash.

And then, the media speculation hyped up once more as "Elin files for Divorce!" made the Front Page. Big Picture. Exclusives. Pull-out Editions. Obscure people began that very night jabbing on rickety typewriters 'The Life and Times of Elin Nordegren : From Top-model to Tiger '. Click. Clack.

She is now demanding half of his fortune and full custody of their kids. Tiger Woods is being hit hard, risking all the endorsements he gets from being the Good Guy who wears a Tag Heuer watch and shaves with a Gilette blade.

Worse. It's affecting his Golf. The thing that made him who he is today, why he's famous in the first place. He is undoubtedly the King of Golf and now, his empire is crumbling.

Ahh. Tiger Woods. I'm torn between pity and shock.

Hopefully, he can make it through this horrific episode and continue to putt and swing like a pro because he really does belong on the Green.

Golf without Tiger Woods would be like Pop without Michael Jackson. Dead and gone...