When Tiger Woods played — and ultimately won — the Australian Masters last November, he was enthusiastically welcomed by tens of thousands of fans. The gallery even cheered after he tossed his driver into the crowd without offering an apology.
As the New York Daily News reports, it appears the Australians have turned on him:
For Tiger Woods, it’s a sign of the times.
Once-adoring golf fans gave Woods some grief at the Australian Open on Thursday by holding up signs that read, “I’ve been with Tiger.”
Others poked fun at Tiger’s catting around with a harem of hotties by displaying a poster of Woods in a pimp hat and holding a scepter instead of a driver.
Woods wasn’t there to see it – he’s being treated for sex-addiction at a posh clinic in Mississippi.
Speaking of Tiger’s reported stay at Pine Grove, a Deadspin commenter and reader, “Anonymous,” is entering treatment at the facility in March. He explains his own addiction and why Tiger’s rehab isn’t a PR ploy. Some excerpts (NSFW-ish):
Unlike Tiger, I have limited access to VIP hostesses. Instead, my thing is porn, and “behavior that affects my everyday life” can loosely be described as all-night jerk-off binges that wreck me physically and emotionally.
The physical consequences of this are the worst. Anyone who doubts there is such a thing as sex or porn addiction should ask me why I keep binging even though my arm feels like it’s going to fall off, my scalp tingles for days afterward, and my knee is sore from being locked in place all night…The longest I ever went was 26 hours.
And holy shit, believe me, I’ve tried to stop it. I’ve installed filtering software, thrown away modems, canceled my pay-per-view service more times than I can count. But it never works. My current software sends a report of every site I visit to my girlfriend, but I found a way to partition my hard drive and install a new operating system, just to look at porn. I could have cured cancer by now with the same level of craftiness. I can’t even tell you how many days I’ve wasted on this. Last year, the physical exhaustion and crippling remorse from my constant debauchery made me consider suicide more than once, and eventually my therapist suggested Gentle Path. If that’s where Tiger is now, believe me, they wouldn’t have accepted him if his intake interview didn’t reveal serious problems and a real desire to change. This isn’t any kind of PR ploy on his part. At least I hope not.
Well, it sounds like Anonymous has some issues and good for him he’s trying to deal with them. It’s debatable whether or not sex addiction is a legitimate affliction. Does Tiger have a real disease? Or was he just a powerful, wealthy celebrity with an inflated ego who cheated because he could? I don’t have a medical or psychology degree, so I’ll leave that to the sexperts.
Meanwhile, John Mayer had some interesting advice (if you can call it that) for Tiger in Rolling Stone, saying, “If only Tiger Woods knew when to jerk off.”
Um, okay. This has reached far beyond TMI. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to wash off the stink.