Tiger Woods should have listened to his elders

For the May/June 1997 issue of Charlotte mag, I wrote a story about Revolution Park Golf Course, a nine-holer on the West side where I (sort of) learned the game. I began the piece with a clubhouse scene:

"That Tiger Woods, now he’s gonna be something if they can just keep the women off him."

"Hell, the boy’s only twenty years old!"

"That’s exactly what I’m talking about! He’s twenty years old and he’s got all that stuff just flowing in him, just oozing out of his skin. What’s that called? Starts with a p, pu something…"

"Puberty?"

"Yeah, that’s it. That’s what I’m saying. Now he can be something if he can just learn to stay away from them women."

The noise crescendoes as five voices compete, then stops as all realize the futility.

In light of recent events, and this essay by the great Charlie Pierce published today, those dudes in the Revo Park clubhouse appeared to know something we didn’t.