I’m still in Mexico on holiday (see photo above, but take heart, it is raining here and I didn’t bring my clubs with me — it is a family trip), and have continued to ponder the Tiger Woods speech from last Friday. Strikes me that a lot of people seem to be revelling in his downfall, including several readers of my Sympatico column who sent me e-mails over the last week. It strikes me as a typically Canadian trait to enjoy seeing those who are deemed to have gotten too big taken down a notch or two. And for Woods, those are big notches. Of course this isn’t happening just in Canada. It is happening everywhere. As much as we like to see greatness in sport, there seems to be some joy taken in watching it crash down to earth.
This has got me wondering why? Why are people so set against him? He didn’t kill anyone. Didn’t get drunk and injure a mother and a young child in a car accident. He didn’t get caught raising fighting dogs. He cheated on his wife, like at least two recent Presidents have, numerous Canadian politicians have, as have so many notable sports figures that the number is too large to count.
Are we angered by Tiger because he appeared so perfect, when it turns out he wasn’t? Is it the duplicity that bothers people? Or do we just enjoy seeing someone fall from such a great height?
I admit to finding the whole saga fascinating, but I don’t take any pleasure in Tiger’s decline. I’d rather be watching him hit remarkable recovery shots than witness him choked up and apologizing for his transgressions.
The blog will return to its regularly scheduled posting tomorrow, but until then — what do you think?