From most perspectives, he’s despised for committing malignant transgressions against his family and wife, Elin, after it became evident that he had extramarital affairs, badly ruining his credibility among peers and spectators sitting in the galleries to witness the world’s greatest golfer.
Eventually the bitterness will revoke all attention and mend believability for the transcendent athlete on the planet, but he’ll always be described as a sex-addict by the resentful populace who cannot stand Tiger Woods for his poor judgment.
Half of the people hate an iconic golfer, once known as the inimitable role model who runs an educational center for children, unforgiving of his sex scandal that has ravaged an idolized career.
He almost responded with the best performance since his eight-month intermission while rehabilitating his surgical repaired knee, and his opprobrious sex scandal that unmasked the contemptuous side of Eldrick Woods.
As it happened, he aroused the crowd in the gallery when he fired a remarkable 3-wood shot that soared over the Pacific Ocean, traveled 250 feet and landed on the greenery and rolled 15 past the hole Saturday.
Seemingly, it led to a two-putt giving Woods his third straight birdie for a 5-under 66, tied for the lowest round in the U.S. Open and trailed five shots behind Dustin Johnson, an indecisive leader who collapsed on the charming surface of Pebble Beach on Father’s Day.
While thousands surrounded the green pulling for a tattered Woods Sunday, he absolutely lost balance in an enthralling tournament, bringing back memories of his lousy and hopeless letdown at the Masters and leaving behind grievance entering the Open.
Faced with the similarities from Augusta, it wasn’t a scene of madness involving the chaotic media when swarming reporters questioned Woods about the status of his irreparable marriage and disgraceful scandals that dented a dynamic career.
For much of the afternoon, the Open belonged to the biggest names, such as Woods, his nemesis Phil Mickelson and Ernie Els, but neither of the high-profile golfers prevailed in the grandest moment of the tournament, faltering on the final day.
This was the happiest ended on the coast for the unlikeliest winner Graeme McDowell, defeating runner-up Gregory Havret, two European golfers who survived the likings of the supreme stars of the tournament near the beautiful shores in California.
In a competition Woods transcended, like when he once dominated the fairways with a fiery mindset that he could win his first major title this year and move within legend Jack Nicklaus’ record of 14 major titles, he almost rejoiced in triumph before falling out of the spotlight.
It’s clearly easy to fathom that his time to win seemed perfect on Father’s Day, a day he reflects on the memorable moments with his late father, Earl Woods, who would have scolded and been very disillusioned with his son’s sickness of wrongly cheating on his wife after raising him to be a family-oriented man.
That’s certainly the truth when his father demanded strong character with his influential principles, but arrogantly, Tiger had an unmanageable and disloyal demeanor, ignoring his father’s ethical structures for his poor conduct.
As he ballooned near the top of the leaderboard with a 4-over 75 to tie with Mickelson at 3 over, Woods returned to a gratifying position and heightened his chances of winning the Open.
But unfortunately, he gaffed. He looked unbeatable, but he was beatable. He stared furiously, but he looked petrified. He had it, but he fell. He was a rising star, but crumbled as a fallen star. If he expects to win another major title, he’ll have to close it out strongly and not deteriorate on the final day when competition is vital.
Realistically, it’s the one sport requiring momentum and a tough-driven mental attitude, but he still hasn’t fully escaped or recovered from the tainted scandal, desperately trying to mend his impaired marriage.
There’s a sense that Tiger doesn’t have the urge or mindset, worried about salvaging a damaged relationship. The tabloids are still revealing disheartening chronicles about alleged mistresses, and there’s no doubt that he’s marked as a sexual criminal for the rest of his life with a polluted legacy, which is corroded forever.
This would be the appropriate time to admit that Tiger is gently fading out of the picture, faltering and tarnishing as the invincible and impeccable icon all people admired, including children before he foolishly lived a deceitful and insidious lifestyle. He’s not the same Tiger we once knew after he became known as a Tiger, looking for the women in the Woods.
The craziest thing is that we gaze at him like a villain, the bad man with immoralities and lack of respect for women. It’s far more fascinating, and even more annoying, that he owns all the limelight for being described as narcissism and the most polarizing athlete of his infidelity. He said that he’s practicing Buddhism. So maybe he learned the values of acting as a true family man and not a sex-addict.
He spent ample time in rehab to cure his sex-addiction, a mental disturbance that destroyed his legacy, career and family.
So maybe he now avoids pancake waitresses, porn stars, teenage girls, and any other wicked female with nothing better to do but have sexual activity with a star athlete, after losing out on something very priceless.
Besides, he’s an elite athlete often motivated to rise in the biggest occasion, but he continues to struggle at the sport that made him famous, rich and admired.
As Mickelson stumbled to win a national championship, Woods’ failed to close out his second major in a row with useless play in the final round. He finished tied for fourth, hopeless, disappointed and empty again, on the verge of finishing winless of a major in a full year.
Realizing that he has gone two years without winning a major title makes us believe he’s no longer the menacing athlete on the planet, but quickly approaching the end of a captivating and epic age when he greatly dominated the courses with his iron stick and brilliancy.
But as of lately, it’s Woods having the paltry majors on the fairways. He missed half the greens in his final round, bogeying the first hole and was mocked when someone hired a plane to advertise a banner that flown the skies and read “TIGER ARE YOU MY DADDY?”
He begins the day 1-under par before lifting to 4-over after 13 holes, but eventually deflated Sunday with an awful 75 and could have won by capitalizing on even-par.
It’s sad to utter that he’s an irrelevant name, dropping out of contention for his blunders and meltdowns. Not even third-round leader Johnson was relevant, who seemed in command with a three-shot lead and looked fearless and unflappable, but went back six shots following a double-bogey at one point and plunged quickly on the leaderboard.
Els was just as bad, losing and botching an astounding front nine and reached 3-under after eight holes. There was Mickelson, who could have one another major, but didn’t making the turn at even par and bogeyed three holes on the back nine to finish tied for fourth.
There was only one winner and his name was the mysterious McDowell, the guy of Northern Ireland and the first European to win the Open in 40 years on an unfriendly course, as Tiger’s uninspired outing disappointed the homeland when he played badly in front of an ecstatic crowd finally reconciling trust in a tumult athlete.
Considering that Woods was finally recovering and finding his identity once again as the world’s greatest golfer, think again. He’s nowhere near the world’s greatest golfer, but the world’s greatest porn star, maybe. Just call 1-800-LAP-DANCE to reach Mr. Woods.
