Like a big chess game, Tiger's advisors are desperately trying to figure out their next several moves. This is no longer a PR mess, it's a grim train wreck of epic proportions. What's happening behind the scenes?
Why is Tiger Woods the brand necessary? Why are the slo-mo shots of his on-course triumphs, set to Beethoven's swelling symphonies, so essential to us as a nation?
There is a huge difference between the woman who snoops on her man because of her own insecurity, and the woman who snoops because she knows something is wrong.
There has been Eliot Spitzer, Kobe Bryant, Mark Sanford, Alex Rodriguez, David Letterman, the list goes on. Now, it's déjà vu all over again. Another successful man caught with his paws in the honey jar (pun intended).
Maybe, just maybe, Elin wants to keep her family together. And maybe, just maybe, Tiger has had a wake-up call, and realizes all he's been risking.
Men don't have to pick sides. Men get to shake their heads and chuckle inside, and promise their wives, I can't imagine how he could do that to that sweet wife, all the while knowing the truth -- but of course they can imagine.
Nobody begrudges Tiger Woods for his weaknesses, all too human and frequent these days as the fabric of fame, fortune and hero worship.
Tiger Woods, who has been tight-lipped about the odd occurrence at his home last week, has now publicly displayed disappointment about his wife's club selection.
Beat em' when they're down and beat em' again for good measure before they can get up. The beat down supposedly is not the American way of dealin...