Every time I think North American news has even the slightest chance at a few days of reasonable coverage (minus FOX and fiends, of course), something ludicrous happens. Leave it to Jon Stewart of The Daily Show to fuel my fire.
I was in Toronto this past weekend celebrating a friend’s 30th birthday, and everytime we would turn on the television or pick up a paper I would see a smattering of articles and photos about Tiger Woods and the low impact, non-critical, car accident he was involved in on Thursday evening.
When I first saw the report on CNN, I watched for a couple minutes, they announced Tiger was not in critical condition, and so I changed the channel to probably something like Mad Men. No big deal.
Apparently, its the biggest deal ever.
Apparently, the fate of the world is now resting on the fidelity and personal life of Tiger Woods.
Wait a minute? It doesn’t?!? Well then why the hell does anybody care about this?
So Tiger Woods was in a car accident? Umm… WHO CARES?!?
So Tiger Woods possibly cheated on his wife… is anyone really surprised? Is this the first spouse to ever be unfaithful?
The media and interest in this subject is completely unbelievable to me. When will people wake up and stop assigning any sort of importance to professional athletes?
THIS article is a perfect example of the idocy and general uselessness of athletes. Ron Artest admits to drinking Hennessey at half time during NBA regular season games. I can’t even decide what’s dumber, the fact that he drank during games, or the fact that he is now admitting it publicly.
The deep fascination with sports and athletes continues to boggle my mind, however Tiger-mania has certainly taken the cake recently.
Tiger Woods is just like everyone else, except he has millions of adoring fans, millions of dollars and a publicist. The fact that he has to apologize to people for his private actions is appalling. It doesn’t matter if Tiger Woods is sleeping with a harem of women outside of his marriage, he’s not, and never claimed to be a moral authority.
He’s just a dude that hits a tiny ball, into a tiny hole, over miles and miles of wasted green space.