Up until 6:55 am this morning, I was giving Tiger Woods the benefit of the doubt. Besides, what business is it of ours why he crashed his car - as long as he wasn't drinking and no one else was hurt? The media has been going crazy trying to find out what was going on at the Woods residence. I didn't believe that there was anything that we needed to know.
Then listening to the news this morning, I heard the voicemail message where he asks his mistress/lover/whatever she is to him to take her name off the phone because his wife saw her name in his phone - oh, whatever. It was his voice and he sounded like a guy that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Crap.
I have to say I am really disappointed. That's my own fault, though. I am one of those people that put Tiger on a pedestal. I'm sure he's just as human as I am or anyone else. He makes mistakes just like ANYONE ELSE. But still, crap.
The real thing is that I am SICK SICK SICK of the media digging into things that aren't anybody else's business. I didn't really need to know that Tiger is fooling around any more than I need to know who Jennifer Aniston is dating these days. Who cares?! Why is it any of my business. It's not. But I guess as long as "Inquiring Minds" want to know, the stinking paparazzi and muck-raking reporters will continue to dig and snoop and dish these stories.
It just makes me sad. I'm grateful that his kids are too young to understand right now.
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