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Just Don’t Get Caught

OK, so I’ve never been a huge fan of Tiger Woods. I mean, I appreciate the barriers he’s broken in the world of golf, but besides that, I’ve never been too excited about the man. I’ve never been attracted to him physically, probably because I’ve always felt that he wouldn’t be attracted to someone that looks like me, a short dark-skinned woman with naturally tight curly hair. Also, I’ve always thought he was corny and I never bought into his I’m perfect living the perfect life type of image that he’s always tried to portray and market to the American public. But I have to admit, just like most everyone else, I’ve been truly amused by Mr. Tiger man these past few days. When the story hit that his wife broke the windows of his Cadillac Escalade with one of his golf clubs, I was immediately intrigued. My first reaction was wow, Tiger Woods is married to some psycho chic that probably over reacted to something silly. Even as the story continued to unfold, first with reports of Mistress Rachel Uchitel and mentions of headlines in the National Enquirer, I still believed Tiger’s wife Elin overreacted, because Rachel adamantly denied the allegations of an affair. But when the news surfaced regarding Jaimee Grubbs and a two year fling with the golf superstar, I began to understand Elin’s desire to cause bodily harm to the man she loves. Especially after hearing the voicemail message…

“Hey it’s Tiger, do me a huge favor, my wife went through my phone, can you please take your name off your phone? Can you do this for me?”

WTF? How stupid can a man be? Did he want to get caught? And now there are reports of another woman, in Las Vegas that he reportedly has had a thing or two with. Seems to me, Tiger has been trying to be a player, but although he’s been playing the field, he really hasn’t been that good at it. Sending text messages to women about sexual acts and leaving intimate messages on voicemails, not a smart move Tiger. Real players don’t leave evidence behind. I remember back before the advent of cell phones, catching my ex- boyfriends by going through their pants pockets after a night of partying. If I found a number, then that’s how I would discover that said dude was cheating on me. Good players back in the day would not leave telephone numbers in pants pockets to get caught. Same concept should apply today. Even with today’s technology, men and women, if you’re going to play the field, do not leave a digital footprint as evidence that you are playing this game.

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