So now it’s official; Tiger Woods and soon to be ex-wife Elen Nordegren are making the divorce official.  Sure has been a rough year for our friend Tiger Woods, hasn’t it?  First he wrecks his SUV.  Then he has his entire personal life splashed all over the free world.  Then the greatest golfer in the history of the game forgets how to play golf.  And now…. Tiger Woods, you poor bastard…. his wife is divorcing him.

     Personally, I’m glad for the guy.  I’m not one to pass judgement in most cases, but for Tiger, I make an exception.   He isn’t the only celebrity to ever cheat on his wife, although he did seem to do so rather frequently.  But with Tiger, the arrogance with which he has handled the entire situation has been disgusting.  He genuinely seemed to believe along the way that this whole situation was none of the world’s business.

     There’s an old saying, Tiger.  Live by the sword, die by the sword.  You made unfathomable millions of dollars playing a game by taking advantage of the spotlight.  No one forced you to do what you did for a living.  But by choosing that path… endorsements galore, a new commercial every 20 minutes, face plastered on posters and video games… you had no issue with our scrutiny then.  You allowed an image of yourself that simply wasn’t who you were to be crammed down our throats, and when you were exposed as a fraud, we are the assholes?

     You reap what you sow, my freind.  You made your mess, and in many ways you’re now being forced, as very few celebrities ever are, to accept a bit of responsibility.  You’ll find no compassion or sympathy here, jerk.  You’re still a spoiled, pampered celebrity ass.  The only justice here would be if your golf game never came back and you were forced to spit out the silver spoon and make your way in the world like the rest of us.  Here’s hoping we’ll one day see you doing a golf instruction show on public access somewhere.