I Need Some Space, Tiger

JUST WHEN I FELT like I really didn’t know you, Tiger—and was OK with that—I don’t feel like I know you, but in a new way. I don’t know how anyone else feels, but in the last two days you’re coming on a little too strong for me. The whole reaching out thing has me off balance. It’s not you. It would be like you wearing a bucket hat and purple pants, or using a long putter, or hanging with Rory Sabbatini.

The op-ed piece in Newsweek. The Mike & Mike interview. The new Web site. I don’t know what to make of it. It’s disorienting.

Can we slow things down?

The three tweets about sent me over the edge. “The best part about phone interviews is getting to wear shorts.” C’mon Tiger. You don’t like to do interviews, period. That’s the you I’m used to. Try something like this: “I don’t like to do interviews, but if I have to do them I like to wear shorts.” That’s a tweet I could handle.

I need some space, Tiger. Things are moving way too fast. This flurry of communication is overwhelming.

But if it’s only a PR play, great. I’m hoping that’s all it is. Because then we can get back to normal.

−The Armchair Golfer

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