Not the Tiger A New Age Parable - Page 4

Catching the Tiger

When, years later, the tabloids struck, the fate of Tiger fell far from fame and sports adulation. It might be said that bad publicity and self-inflicted damage had a Tiger by the tale (of infidelity and scandal):

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the brake lights of the night,
What immoral hand on thigh
Could frame thy lack of alibi?

In what fancy place did thy
Catch the cocktail waitress' eye?
On what hope did you desire
To mulligan your mad wife's ire?

And what shoulder and what friend,<
Will comfort you while on the mend?
And when golf season calls your name,
Will you ride a cart of shame?¹

Fred cared little for this media frenzy and forgot the passing interest he once had in Tiger's game. One day, at a business lunch in suburban Virginia, Fred was surprised when a colleague ordered an 'Arnold Palmer' drink from the lunch menu.

"Never heard of an 'Arnold Palmer'. What's in the drink?" Fred asked.

"Ice tea and lemonade," his friend replied.

"I see," Fred said. "Sounds awful. Think I'll order a 'Tiger Woods'. You know – you get twelve ice teas but you only have one skinny little straw."