Spoiler alert: I don’t like Tiger Woods. Never really did. I never liked how he handled himself on the golf course and, truthfully, I began to loathe the man for who he really is as a person, especially following the news of how he treated his ex-wife. He is a cheater, a liar and an overall egomaniac. After the whole car crash incident in his own driveway, I stated that Woods would never be the same again. Not the same golfer. Not the same person. To this point, citing the fact that he has not won a major tournament since that time, I would like to thank Woods for proving me right. He is not the same golfer. He is not the same person. He is a shell of his former self and, although many may not like me for what I am about to say, I am happy for the fact. Now, following yet another injury on top of the fact that he is not playing well at all, is it time that Woods simply hangs up his golf clubs and retires from the PGA Tour entirely?
After all, what is left for him to accomplish?
Sure, Woods is chasing the majors record held by Jack Nicklaus. Guess what? He is never going to reach it. Oh, I’m sorry. Should I have begun that sentence with another spoiler alert? My bad.
Seriously though, even the most delusional Tiger fan has to realize that even if Woods is able to somehow win another major – or even two – he will never catch Nicklaus.
His back injury is crippling his game. Perhaps, even more so that his divorce and personal drama. Even Charles Barkley came out and said that he and Woods are no longer friends because he can’t stand the person that Tiger has become.
Had Barkley realized what I had seen in Woods from the beginning, I could have saved him the anguish of removing Woods from his “Fast 5” or “Fave 5” or whatever that phone thing was all about with Sir Charles in all of those commercials. Either way, Woods is just a terrible person. Right, Chuck?
It is time to call it a career. Hey, it was a great one. Woods will go down as one of the greatest golfers in history. Despite the fact that he won fewer major tournaments and did not face the same sort of competition as Nicklaus and Ben Hogan and Arnold Palmer, many may argue that Woods will go down as the greatest of all-time. I am not one of those such people, but it is an argument that some could reasonably make.
Then again, in my time, I have found that supporters and fans of Woods are rarely reasonable when discussing their hero, so that may not be a possibility.
Nonetheless, Tiger, please take advice from someone else and do what is best. Tuck the Nike cleats in a shoe box in your mansion. Put away the red shirt that you wore on Sundays when you were chasing another victory. I don’t know if there is an opposite of red but, if there is, that should be your new Sunday shirt. Hang up the clubs. Throw away your putter. Seriously, just throw it away. Giving it away won’t do anybody any good. Toss that sucker and don’t look back.
Go off with Lindsey Vonn. Go sailing. Go skiing. Go putt-putt golfing for all I care. Just do the right thing – do the inevitable thing – and make your next press conference your last. Announce your official retirement from competitive golf and let the rest of the PGA Tour players and fans move on.
Once and for all.
Because, unlike many other athletes who don’t know when it is time to retire and come back once or twice (yes, that is a knock at you, Brett Favre), Woods needs to walk away from the game that made him rich and famous (or infamous, your call), and sail off into the sunset.