We are sitting this one out like a Frenchie...

If you have a pulse, or care at all about the pulse of the game of golf, you have been inundated with stories over the past 10 days about Tiger Woods...did he or didn't he (I think we can figure that one out), how many will come forward (more than there really were,imho), how many "transgressional couplings" were there (who really cares,other than the a certain twisted slice of the pie of humanity), how long has it been going on (who gives a rodent's a$$), I could go on ad nauseum...but that's the point of this post. Like China and France in the war on terrorism, we here at Bushwood are gonna watch this one from the sidelines - hell, maybe we will just head up to the beer garden and drain a few pints till this exhausts itself.

That's right - we won't be "facebooking" Rachel Uchitel, or featuring any photos of a certain Las Vegas cocktail waitress (who in the hell saves a voicemail,anyway), or trying to figure out if Tiger likes to have "Ambien sex", or even speculating on the lie and loft of the club Elin used to "rescue" Tiger from the renegade Escalade. My attitude toward this whole sordid mess may put me at odds with some of my blogging crew (including most of the fantasy football league where I am currently in last place). Please cut me some rope here - I don't mean to sound self righteous or sanctimonious, It just isn't my way to write a (series of) post (s) ripping into his private life.

I'm in no way condoning or endorsing his,um, "transgressions"..., and I am sure as hell not going to defend them. Please don't confuse me with the masses of people who worship TW - I don't. I cheer for the field every week,not Tiger. I wish he did not curse so much on the golf course, because that really does suck. I wish his caddie were not the PGA version of a gangland enforcer. I wish he would show some genuine emotion,other than white hot anger when he hits the rare bad shot. I wish he were less of a "lone ranger", and more "one of the guys". You see, there's plenty of things about Tiger that are not so admirable...in other words, in spite of his amazing golf talents, his megawatt smile, his polished responses to the press probings (until now), he is mere mortal, just like you and I dear reader. His latest round of mistakes are nothing that should shock us as much as we all seem to be shocked (hell, if he were a Hollywood star,this would only burnish his rep...if he were a Hilton or a Kardashian, he would get ANOTHER reality show) - he's not the first person to do what he did, and he won't be the last.

The only conclusion that I can draw (and I submit for your consideration), is that Tiger really IS a just another guy (albeit a more talented golfer than most), and he screws up just like everyone does from time to time.... and while this is certainly a big (think goal line fumble at the Super Bowl) screw up, I believe he is entitled to some privacy and some forgiveness...and that's just what he's gonna get from Bushwood. Merry Christmas,Tiger....hang in there. While I won't cheer for you next year at Augusta, I won't be wearing a "Rachel" mask ala New York Yankee fans showing their love for Arod either...

While this is supposed to be the season for "giving", I'd also like to think it is the season for "for-giving"..

p.s. - If you want to send me something for Christmas, I'd love one of those cool new French Army Knives pictured above ;-)