... get to work Tiger ...

... there've been ample opportunities to bla-bla-blog about the Woods-Nordegren affair recently ... I've resisted 'til now, while the pixels in the (what's wrong with this-)picture filled in ... a few are still missing but we've seen the pendulum shift from what happened ... to, what's going to happen ...

... life-lessons to recognize here are mixed in with a seductive kind of love potion number nine-iron ... (sorry) ... still, I'm betting that every one of us can remember a time in their lives when contrition was their lifeline to self-respect ... Tiger is at one such juncture ... significantly amplified by fame ...

... we listen to his public statement and judge it for emotional honesty, a quality which manifests variably among the general populace, and we come to our own conclusions ... my mind tells me he is learning some personal humility which will serve him well going forward ... aaand, why do we care?

... because we believe in a Redemption Song ... "none but ourselves can free our mind" ... barring extreme recalcitrance or rare fortune we are all ultimately humbled by higher power before we die ... sometimes immediately before ...















... emerging from the shitter is a potential beginning for the redemptive ride Tiger can take on his way towards pole-vaulting the bar Jack Nicklaus set ... you don't have to be a golf fan to get that ... in the process he can give us all a look at what it takes to overcome personal adversity in whatever guise ...

... to those who would queue all night for some-a-dat particular type of adversity ... 'memba, it ain't about the details ... adversity is a "who feels it knows it" ting ... and, self-inflicted wound or not, you are unlikely to get to choose when it confronts you ... but redemption can be earned ...