Let’s switch gears for a moment, as I partake in one of my favorite hobbies: ranting about a subject I know very little about.

I’m not one of those people who watches golf on TV.  I just recently started playing the game, and I’m still not quite good enough to play a round on an actual course without embarrassing myself and endangering everyone around me.  However, if there’s one thing I know about golf, it’s that Tiger Woods is probably the greatest to ever swing a club.  A once-in-a-generation athlete, the likes of which we are lucky to be alive to witness.

Now, because of 21st century America’s ”Think of the Children” brand of hysteria, we are being deprived of this athlete in his prime years.  He must now stop playing golf and become a hermit, simply because he shares the same flaws as a huge percentage of  professional athletes.  If someone like Fred Funk decided to bang a dozen porn stars, and was caught red-handed, would the national news coverage even last an hour?  No…Woods is a victim of his own success here.

I think I was just born in the wrong decade.  In another era, Woods would be a folk hero, like JFK or Babe Ruth.  He would keep playing golf, re-writing record books, and his appetite for whores would be the subject of barroom legend.  Now, because of our righteous indignation and our need to be involved with every public figure, Tiger will continue to hide like Bobby Fisher.  It’s McCarthyism all over again, only with infidelity/bad parenting as the source of the new Red Scare.

These days, everyone is concerned about how good of a parent/husband everyone else is.  What we need to realize is that sometimes (most of the time)  it’s not all about us.

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