Three Thursday Thoughts

December 03, 2009 |

So much has already been written and opined about Tiger Woods’ “transgressions” that I don’t rightly believe I have much new insight to offer, other than this:

Divorce is painful.  But perhaps not as painful as attempting to salvage a marriage where one partner has been unfaithful.

I certainly don’t know how Tiger and Elin Woods relate to one another as people, let alone husband and wife.  But I do know, from personal experience and from people close to me, just how terribly difficult it is to repair a relationship that has suffered the infidelity of one partner (or both, in some cases).  It’s extremely difficult.  Trust has been forever broken, and will never be the same.  Guilt, abandonment, loss of self esteem, and anger are just a few of the multiple emotions each partner will feel.  Nothing between a couple will ever be the same.  Ever.

All I know with certainty is that I would never trade places with Tiger Woods for all the money in his bank account.  The constant life under a microscope has to be draining.  The unwanted attention and lack of privacy has to be maddening.  The glamour just doesn’t justify the sacrifice of being unknown.  The pressure to be on your best behavior publicly at all times has to be overwhelming. 

I’m not condoning Tiger’s behavior.  I’m also not condemning it.  The truth is, in this instant media age we live in, nobody gets away with anything any more.  Money, power, prestige, none of it makes any of us immune.  And the world is all too quick to tear down in an instant those we’ve spent years building up.  So Tiger now joins the mainstream in his humanity. 

To any of you who have lived through a similarly painful episode, there really isn’t any humor to be found here.  It’s profoundly sad, actually, and I take no satisfaction in discovering that Tiger is/was a philanderer.  His humiliation is real, as is his wife’s pain.  Should they decide to “work through this together”, then I salute them for their courage and conviction and belief in their partnership.  Should they decide to “go their seperate ways”, then I completely understand and wish their children, more than anyone involved in this sordid episode, strength and love.

Much more will be chronicled, obviously, as regards this situation.  But not from me.  Because I know all too well.  Let them figure it out in private.  It’s only right and decent and fair.

Not that it will matter to the media, or to millions of others who want to keep following this “story”.


Jamal Lewis’ football career has ended rather quietly and anonymously.  He was placed on Injured Reserve by the Cleveland Browns today.  I just wanted to take a moment and remember one of the all-time great Baltimore Ravens.  For a man who ran so loudly, JLew sure was quiet.  He was never a trash-talker, never a “bulletin board” quote type of player, never a “look at me” guy.  Just a hard running bruiser who gave it out as good as he got.  I’ll always remember him running through defensive backs and linebackers, shoulders squared, huge legs churning, just delivering absolute punishment.  I really believe Jamal could have played running back in any era of football.  His style was ageless.  Maybe not graceful, but definitely ageless.  The essence of the game has never changed: to be stronger, tougher and more relentless than your opponent.  Jamal Lewis was the epitome of that.  I think it’s highly doubtful we’ll ever see another running back in purple quite like him.

Here’s to #31!  See you in the Ravens’ Ring Of Honor!  Hopefully next year!


I know the NBA is a bit “under the radar” here in Baltimore, but have you noticed the New Jersey Nets have lost their first 18 games this season?  Ah, memories of the Spring of ’88 here in Baltimore!  I, for one, am rooting intensely for 0 – 22.  Just so we can see more Pete Stanicek, Jeff Stone and Ken Gerhart recollections on SportsCenter as they chronicle the worst teams all-time from all sports.

It’s strange how much I’ve come to embrace those ’88 Orioles and their infamous 0 – 21 start.  As drastic and awful and hopeless as they were, I still remember believing in the franchise’s ability to turn things around and never return to such depths.  After all, they were the Baltimore Orioles, and they had the “Oriole Way”.  This was just the lowest depth in franchise history, and there was nowhere to go but up, right?  And they did, immediately, with the unforgettable “Why Not?” season of 1989.

After all, it wouldn’t be possible, ever, for a franchise with such tradition and history to suffer through something like, oh, say, eleven consecutive losing seasons.  Right?



Talk to everyone tomorrow at noon on The Bob Haynie Show.