So that means I must not bare my soul, put words and a few tears to this page and tell you how badly I feel that Tiger wasn’t able to complete his golf tournament this weekend. I’m certain I feel worse for him than I do for me (and that is miserable).
I will tell you my good day plunged into a dark blue funk when I logged onto Yahoo Sports and read the headline that he had to withdraw. I was hoping against all hope I would come home on Sunday afternoon and learn he was at the top of the leaderboard or steadily climbing. What a blow!
Now that I’ve learned expressing my personal grievances in my blog is ‘wrong’, I also can’t give any space to word-created mud slinging against the nasty internet commentary claiming he was starting to tank, i.e., fall out of competition and that’s why his leg pain was so great. A golf cart transported him off the greens. I guess they’re all remembering when he played on a broken ‘something’ several years ago. Oh me. Oops! I better get positive. Sorry.
Well, he can count on this grandmother being in his corner. For sure, though, I’ll worry that he may rush himself to be in the Master’s. Then I’ll relax, remembering he still has his mother in his corner. She loves him too. She will be available when he looks to her for encouragement.
People have skeptically questioned my concern for the celebrity he is - almost questioning my sanity. “Marva he’s got all that money and you’re worried about him?”
Friends, and even family, don’t realize how firmly my thinking is guided by standards instilled in me as a youngster. My dad told me having money did not guarantee happiness and does not necessarily bring contentment to one’s life. (See my memoir Black Star Girl).
Winning is the rhythm Tiger is once again working to accomplish in his golf career. That's the standard he was raised to pursue. I am a positive force in his corner, praying
it will happen. I think it will!
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