Use Some Restraint, People!
So Tiger is coming back. As much as I love the idea of seeing the Striped One prowling the fairways again – without wincing in pain – I’m concerned.
The hype tidal wave is building.
I just don’t want the breathless excitement of the Kelly Tilghmans of the world, let alone the non-Kelly Tilghmans, every minute of every day, anxiously awaiting Tiger’s first swing. The over-analysis of every move, starting days before he even hits a shot in competition (is he limping in that practice round?; he looks great in red, doesn’t he?; is he thinking of his new baby?; oh no, not a sidehill lie with that bad knee; etc. etc. . . . add my nauseum).
He’s back. That is great. The Tour is better for it. And the directors of the Match Play in Tucson have to be ecstatic, and justifiably so. But for the rest of us – we knew he was coming back, right? I mean, your basic knee surgery doesn’t often lead to death or loss of leg, in most orthopaedist’s hands anyway. So let’s pretend like we’re mature adults and accept it for what it is – the return of a great athlete to the sport he and we love. Avoid the overblown, please. Remember, the millions of people without jobs probably aren’t that excited about Tiger right now, nor are the folks (barely) working for GM – or Saab, or Ford or . . .

Thinking of Tiger?
Settle, people.

