Tiger, Tiger Burning Too Bright?
Tiger Woods spirals again and is once more headed for rehab - but finding answers for him per usual won't be easy.
If you’re looking for the why - why a guy like Tiger Woods would continue to rush to put himself in peril - look no further than what legendary high-wire artist Karl Wallenda said - “… life is on the wire - the rest is just waiting…”
For Tiger Woods, wire walking isn’t a thing anymore, and there’s no way to replace the rush. No matter what he does, or how hard he tries, or how many women he sees, or pills he takes, or sordid places he finds himself in - none of it is the walk up 18 at Augusta on Sunday with the trophy in his pocket - none of it comes close to the feeling of draining a 25-footer for a major win.
It doesn’t scratch the itch. None of this does. But when all you know is that rush, and the rush that only Tiger Woods (and the very, very few like him) knows intimately - you want it back. You want to feel something - anything - like it was before.
But that’s impossible. Moving his needle? Nope - there isn’t anything out there. Not like there used to be. Tiger Woods doesn’t exist anymore - not that Tiger Woods - and deep down he knows it - and he knows all these things he’s chasing are so fleeting and so insignificant and more - that they will not quench the thrist - but he doesn’t know anything else.
And treatment - for Woods - and what may come after - well - it’s not gonna turn back the clock on what life was or what he needs it to be now. Not now or ever.
Can he come to terms with that?
