As I write this from the comfort of my glass house, I’m grateful that my life has been relatively free of not only the temptations that fame and money bring, but also of media and public scrutiny on my every move.
I have loved watching the genius of Tiger Woods, as I did with Palmer and Nicklaus. I felt the same way about watching Greg Maddux pitch, Michael Jordan hoop, Tom Brady play QB, and on and on. I can’t think of any reason I should especially care about their personal lives, exemplary or less, as I watch them do artistic things in their respective sports. And I think it’s worth remembering that we only know what we know about them because of a level of extreme media attention; I have no reason to believe that the same things, good or bad, aren’t true of many, many other lesser athletes.
I hope Woods continues to play a long as he wants to, whether he’s winning, or even competitive, or not. And when he DOES play, I’ll be watching all I can, simply because I don’t expect, at my age, to see his like again.