Watching Tiger on the big screen at lunch today in our local pub, I felt sorry for the guy. He was playing and winning big in some Farmer's Insurance tournament or other somewhere, sinking everything, hitting the green from the tee off, almost scoring holes-in-one. The guy definitely has his groove back on the golf course....but..........but..........he's completely b-ggered.
He now has no life -- at least not a romantic one, his every move watched by everyone everywhere. His wife has divorced him, his kids are with him only during court-appointed times and he can't even date or get...you know....ahem. The paparazzi ensure celibacy.
So much for his money. Ain't helping him at the moment. And you could see it in his face -- resolute, driven, hard and a tad full of hate. I guess that's how he wins, but at least before he was having a little fun.
Were I his PR person (a job I have done in past careers in both the private and public sectors), I would advise him to bring his kids to every tournament and have them front and centre with "daddy". That would go a long way towards rehabilitating him. Then, gradually, if he meets someone, introduce her now and then at the odd event with the kidlets -- but not for at least a year, maybe longer. He has to undo the holier-than-thou his ex has elevated herself to. He has to be a hands-on daddy. So far he hasn't been one in public.
That's the only way Tiger is going to get back to normal.
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