TigerPhilGoodEvilOMGWhatShouldIThink

Please.
Stop.
I don't care.
I don't care how many waitresses Tiger boinked. Or what his wife is thinking, or feeling, or how she's dealing with it. I don't care if he really is a sex addict or not.
I don't care if Phil is A Good Guy or not. He could be a flamingly bad tipper for all I know.

These guys have nothing to do with the price of gas or eggs..... they are simply *yawn*able B storylines for Perez and TMZ at this point.... yet they led each evening newscast for nearly a week. Really?

What I do know is that when you make an astoundingly huge amount of money for chasing a teensy ball around the yards, you gots to take the bad with the good. Do I have the right to judge your personal life? Yes, yes I do. You chose your lifestyle, your endorsements, your interviews, and your career.... fully knowing that professional athletics is a branch off Ye Olde Entertainment Tree. All the perks and pitfalls which apply to Brangelina & Co also apply to Mr. Famous Golfer, Mr. Famous Quarterback (Big Ben, please pick up a white courtesy phone, your tenuous future is on line 2) and Mr. Famous ESPN Anchorman. There's no Magic Wall between the cinematic red carpet and the ESPYs red carpet....... if anything, professional athletes have aimed to become perceived as MORE comparable to their sweat-phobic funtime counterparts, not less.

Get a grip, get a brain, quit your whining, clean up your paper trail and please come to terms with your job description....... every contract is at-will, and the Price of Celebrity is clearly delineated in clause A(ii) a.k.a. the Paparazzi Clause, and clause B(iii-a), a.k.a. the Insanely High Compensation for Relatively Low Public Necessity. If you come up with a cure for HIV/AIDS, or a home-run in cancer treatment, or a fix for across-the-board literacy, you might be deserving of your meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellions of dollars.

But you currently chase a ball around the yard. In front of people. Like a labradoodle. So shut up and zip up.