We don't really know what transpired at Tiger's house before his infamous ride. And it's none of our business. Assuming he broke no laws other than reckless driving, for which he's been fined, we don't have the "right to know" anything. Tiger is not married to us. He's not a politician running on a "family values" platform. His golf game doesn't depend on whether he stays faithful to the missus or boinks every cocktail waitress from Ponte Vedre to Palm Springs. Frankly, I give him credit for this statement:
"Personal sins should not require press releases and problems within a family shouldn't have to mean public confessions."
Sure, we might find some fun or schadenfreude in learning all the details (as regrettably we probably will). But that's cheap.
Tiger will work his personal problems out with his wife. Or not. But until he steps back on links we should leave him the hell alone.
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