Tiger & Mortality Don't Go Well Together

There was a time when Tiger Woods stood before a mirror and knew without fear of contradiction that he was the finest golfer and the greatest athlete on the planet.

Tiger Woods was special. He knew it and everyone else on the planet knew it.

If Tiger wanted something, it manifested within his life.

Tiger was a man who had everything he wanted and more.

And then Tiger’s meek, reputedly cuckolded trophy wife, Ellen, caught him cheating and had the temerity to beat him up with one of his golf clubs. Tiger’s whole world changed and, after a couple of hefty Swedish swipes, he crashed his car after running away from Ellen and then his carefully ordered pack of lies fell apart.

Tiger Woods learned the hard way, and perhaps for the first time, that he was not special or unique.

Every time Tiger Woods now looks in the mirror he sees an ordinary, fallible human being. He's not alone in this. He's seeing what seven billion human beings (and counting) see whenever they study their own reflections. Most of these human beings accept their ordinariness as part of their natural biological birthright, an essential, non-negotiable part of being a member of the human species.

Unfortunately, Tiger’s giddily idolatrous father raised him to be better than the billions of  ordinary, down to earth, not so brilliant human beings he’s currently being forced to share the planet with.

Recent events would appear to indicate that Tiger is not coping very well with having to live the rest of his life as an ordinary member of humanity.