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Tiger Woods Billion Dollar Dream Becomes Nightmare
In 1963 the late Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., the greatest American humanist, philosopher said, as he stood on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial to address the nation “I have a dream….”
Few people are aware of another man’s dream.
In 2007 Tiger Woods, the greatest PGA champion of all time said,
“I had a dream. In my dream I became the first billion dollar sports figure. I dreamed my beautiful wife and two lovely young children, a son and a daughter, were living happily with me in our home in the ritzy gated community in the Orlando, Florida area. I was living a charmed life…in my dream life was great!”
Several months before the single car accident on Thanksgiving evening at his home in Florida; before the shocking revelations which followed that car crash Tiger had a dream, too.
“Then, in my dream, there came an argument with my wife about sex. She was questioning me about sexual affairs she suspected I may have had during the PGA tour. I denied everything, telling her how much I love her and the kids, as I sent text messages to my latest jump-off.
“It all begin late one night during a holiday. I can not recall if it were Thanksgiving or Christmas in my dream. All I know is that my wife was relentless in her questioning and when I did not give the answer she was seeking, she struck me across the face me with a nine iron. She inflicted some serious damage in my dream. More about that later.
“In my dream I tried to escape from her fury by driving off in my SUV. Dressed only in shorts and Tee-shirt, without shoes or sandals I jumped into the vehicle to make my escape, but in my dream Elin smashed the rear window, I hit a fire hydrant and a tree. I never made it out of the driveway.
“In my dream, when I awoke I was in a local hospital trying to answer questions as to how I obtained my injuries. I was pretty messed up. A deep gash across my face and a couple of broken teeth. Whoever said ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’ knew what he was talking about. In my dream Elin could swing a mighty mean golf club even though I maintained I’d done nothing to hurt or betray her or our children.
“The next morning, in my dream, by the end of the day, only one or two instances of indiscretions were disclosed. By the end of my dream an astronomical number of sexual liaisons with too many hootchies to count were disclosed to the media;
“I was accused of engaging in sexual manage-a-trois with men, as well as women. Fortunately they did not include animals in their tales of my sex-capades. I was so distraught, in my dream, I was calling other personalities for advice such as Hugh Grant, and Senator David Vitter, since they both have dealt with similar situations and they’re still popular and earning substantial incomes. I even sent a text message to Florida Republican former member of the House Mark Foley, asking for his advice.
“My wholesome family man image was destroyed and the pieces of my life were left like confetti in a media whirlwind. It was worse than a media circus. It was a typhoon of calamity.
“Everyday there were new revelations about me and some other female saying she’d done more than kissed and now she was telling…for cash payment. Actually I can not blame them for getting the money since I never spent a dime on them…in my dream.
“In fact there were so many women one tabloid made a picture calender of all the females I allegedly bedded.
“I even dreamed one of my friends, one of my closest comrades, it may have been Michael Jordan or Charles Barkley or maybe one of the less well known members of my TW inner circle, who had talked to the media telling all he knew about my roguish escapades. He did this after I had spoken to him in confidence. Well you know what we Buddhists say about those who break confidence…it’s the responsibility of he who breaks the confidence to deal with his own conscious.
“Fortunately, I woke up from this dream turned nightmare just as my contracts for commercial endorsements were being canceled because of something called “moral turpitude”. I woke up from that horror relieved knowing I’m Tiger Woods and nothing or nobody can damage my wholesome, cardboard, Cablinasian family man image.
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