Warning: This blog contains a plethora of bad golf puns. Read at your own risk.
For the last several weeks there has been a parade of Tiger Wood’s mistresses on television and celebrity rags.
Each one felt they were the only one and talk about how bad they feel for Tiger’s wife, Elin. Quite frankly I wish these women would go back to obscurity.
First, if you were the “other woman” what would make you think you are the only “other one.” Everyone knows Tiger was married with two young children. If they didn’t he is one of the top athletes in the world — google it.
The next thing that amazes me is these women go on television and say “I feel so bad for Elin.” Maybe they should have thought about how bad they would feel when they were polishing his 5-iron. Or maybe you shouldn’t spill intimate details about how many times you handled his golf balls.
One woman cried about what she would tell her son. Maybe she should have stayed home and not aired her dirty laundry on national television.
But aside from the parade of cocktail waitress, club promoters and porn stars the icing on the cake is when these women whip out evidence.
No one has needed to say “the proof is in my heart,” because they had text messages, voice mails and e-mails they just happened to keep.
The way these women have been coming out of the club house I am sure there are a few more lingering on the fairway. But is the 15-minutes of fame worth it?
I think not.
While I blame these women for going to the magazines and tv shows, I do not blame them for Tiger’s cheating. Some woman throw themselves at rich, successful men. Tiger should have kept his club in the bag.
(I welcome any comments, suggestions and criticism at michelleg@dailyamerican.com)