I wasn’t going to weigh in on at all on the Tiger scandal because People magazine does a much better job at infidelity than I can. Until now.
Now we’re getting into the performance enhancing drug arena and that perks up my ears a bit.
If you recall, way back on Sept. 17 of 2008, I wrote a blog about performance enhancing drugs. Here’s an excerpt….
So where does that leave us? Well, let me just start out and pop everybody’s bubble by saying that in my opinion, the day of the pure athlete is LONG gone. There is just so much more money in the taking side of drugs than in the catching side. The drugs will always be about 5 -10 years ahead of the tests to detect them. Like I said, nobody really cares, they want what they want and they want it fast and big and right now. In some lab in the hills of San Francisco they have probably have a rat bench pressing 200 pounds for crying out loud. And its in every sport, not just baseball. Even the pro surfers are doing it! I can’t wait till they catch a golfer.
So where is the problem you might ask. After all, the fans are happy, the owners are raking in the glue, and the players are indestructible in their own minds. Well, I’ve got a couple problems with the deal. The first problem is I’m a dad and my son likes baseball. Now he’s only 9 and I’m not saying he’s gonna be a grande leaguer or anything, but I would love to see him compete on a level playing field where excellence depends on skill and hard work rather than how good a chemist you are. Call me crazy, but I’m not thrilled about his hat size changing from a 7 1/8 to a 8 1/2 in an off season. A red flag goes up in my brain right there, it just doesn’t seem healthy for some reason. I really don’t want him to get to the crossroads where he has got to chose between hitting the industry standard 40 homers or going home.
The second problem I see is all those great players who have come before us. What happens to them? How do you compare the game of today with the game back then? After all, this is as Ken Burns says “a haunted game in which every player is measured against the ghosts of all those who have gone before.” Tell me, how are you going to measure Barry Bonds and Hank Aaron? Sorry folks, can’t do it.
So that’s that. Sorry, but I’m going to gloat for a second and say I told you so. I’ve been saying Tiger was on the juice ever since he went from looking like me to looking like Barry Bonds (which was about 8 years ago.) Mark my words, here’s what’s going to happen next. Someone will be able to come close to proving that Tiger was using PEDs and Tiger will comeback with the standard “I only used it to rehab my knee” response.
Now I can’t be 100% sure he’s using, and I honestly hope he’s not; however, having lived with and around it for about 15 years, I do have a pretty solid intuition for these things. And my intuition says absolutely yep. Some of you will say I have a keen sense for the obvious. Others will say I’m flat out wrong and shouldn’t point fingers without proof. Maybe so.
But I’ll tell you what’s even crazier. Tiger Wood’s life. How does a guy with such a squeaky clean persona have 50 mistresses? If he cheated on his wife, it’s not too big a jump to say he’s capable of cheating on the course, right? And with access to the greatest doctors in the world, why would Tiger risk his reputation by associating with this HGH clown to “rehab” – if he wasn’t using? I’ll tell you why, he’s got performance-enhancing-drugistis. And one of the side effects of PEDitis is you think you’re above it all. Indestructible. A Superman. Roger Clemens, Barry Bonds….doesn’t this story sound familiar?
Like I said, I wasn’t even going to comment on this mess. Infidelity is one thing. That would definitely have passed over (does anyone even remember Kobe’s escapade?) Cheating on the course is an entirely different animal. Especially if you have the misfortune of being the first high profile guy to ever get caught in your sport. Unfortunately, I think Tiger is going to be that guy.
And if he’s that guy, what a bummer. Here we all are thinking we’re privileged to be witnessing the greatest golfer that ever lived. Come to find out, all we’re witnessing is a fake. A great player, but like Barry or Mark or Sammy or A-Rod, not quite human. More like half human, half robot. We’d love to compare Nicklaus to Woods, but it’s impossible now. You simply can’t compare a human to a robogolfer.
If this does turn out to be true, sorry Tiger. I love you as a person and God knows we all make mistakes, but as an athlete, I’ve got to throw you on the (ever growing) pile with all the others. Just another guy who caved in and cheated. What a bummer.