Stop clicking on the stories when they come up on Yahoo or ESPN. Stop watching when it’s mentioned on SportsCenter. Stop giving careers to sketchy lawyers. Stop giving book deals to porn stars. Stop acting as if Tiger owes one thing to one person except his family and friends. Stop being a pawn in the circus. Stop paying attention.
You own a set of Tiger Woods golf clubs and feel betrayed? Sell them and pipe down. Your kid looked up to him? Take some responsibility for letting your kid have a role model you don’t know. You just find the whole thing “sort of interesting”? It’s a big world out there and if you do some work, you may find some stuff that’s way more interesting.
Same for you media. You’re doing your job as a reporter? Stop being lazy and find a real story. You’re doing your job as a columnist? Stop being dumb and come up with your own opinion. You’re doing your job as a producer? Show some sack and make interesting something else in the wide wide world of sports. All of you are cashing in on America’s pathetic tendency to slow down at a car crash. You know we look, we gossip, we have opinions on business that is not ours. And you feed that.
But yes, the responsibility does ultimately lie in the individual who tunes in, who forms judgments based on other’s perceptions, who put these slimy lawyers on the map, who cause floozies to come out of the woodwork and rain crocodile tears about how Tiger broke their heart. It does come back to us. So when Tiger returns (and lays waste) to Augusta, mute the TV when the chatter heads start innocently wondering “how he must feel after all that’s gone on.” Just watch the greatest golfer in the world playing the greatest course in the world, and not only have some respect for him, but for yourself.
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Caleb Garling lives in San Francisco and wrote The St George’s Angling Club, available at