Woods, Lion Cheetah – but seriously folks

I’ve watched and read a plethora of sports (and non-sports) morons joyously take Tiger Woods to the proverbial woodshed this week for his “personal failings.” (A refreshing exception was this editorial) And sure, I’ve repeated the above joke about Woods changing his name (ba-dum, bum, tshhhh) a whole lotta times. In part, this is what you get when you’re a gigantic public figure who is notoriously frosty with the press and you get caught with your pants down, as it were. But the hypocrisy of it all is breathtaking to me. If YOU had the power, and constant access to your “vice” of choice, can you say you wouldn’t indulge from time to time? Drugs? Booze? Literal or figurative cheese- or beef-cake? Human beings are not by nature monogamous, and Tiger is but a mortal. I’m not trying to praise the guy for getting some on the side, but I’d even go so far as to say that beating your spouse with a golf club is way more objectionable than having an affair. And there’s no proof that Elin was doing anything more than trying to free Tiger from the vehicle (via the back window? After a low-speed crash into a hydrant?), but if she was in fact wailing on him with a whatever-iron, switch their places if you will, and imagine how we would look at a husband who went after his wife with a hammer, more or less, because she had an affair. At this point, I've lost my main point here, which was something to the effect of "judge not . . . ."