Ballad of Tiger Woodley

(Apologies to Tom Dooley)

Hang down your head Tiger Woodley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head Tiger Woodley
Poor boy you're bound to lie.

I met her in Las Vegas
And there I cheated on my wife
I met her in Aussie land
And clubbed her with my drive.

Hang down your head Tiger Woodley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head Tiger Woodley
Poor boy you're bound to lie.

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
If it hadn't been for Florida Sun
I'd've been in Nordic glee

Hang down your head Tiger Woodley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head Tiger Woodley
Poor boy you're bound to lie.

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
In some lonesome courtroom
A hangin' to a lawyer's fee

Hang down your head Tiger Woodley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head Tiger Woodley
Poor boy you're bound to lie...

Mr. Tiger Woodley (Woods), world's highest paid athlete, world's most famous athlete, world's most recognized athlete, a man with a remarkable talent, a beautiful wife, two beautiful children, parents who gave him every opportunity, a country which held him up to their children (especially minority children) as a role model.

Now, we find that Tiger has clay feet like the rest of us mere mortals. Why did not someone advise him that the world is full of Jezebels only too willing to share everything they have in the ultimate conquest, and he was the ultimate conquest. Sampson was very relaxed and happy with his head in Delilah's lap. Little did he recognize how much sight he would gain after he lost his eyes. With the liberal media in this country and their delight with the misfortunes of the gallant, their happiness that every man can demonstrate weakness and sinfulness, that sin of any type is acceptable, that fornication and adultery is as normal as the intake of food and beverage, Tiger will probably escape the perils involved in media ridicule. He may even be more popular than ever because debauchery has always been a competition in popularity.

Simply because his wife showed her effectiveness with a golf club, simply because his children will always look back on this time of parental publicity, simply because his devoted father is probably reeking with despair, simply because there still are some decent children in the world who are disappointed with the failures of adults, I am still waiting to hear one news reporter, in print or audio, radio or television, talk about the sin of adultery.

Tiger could have had any woman in the world he wanted, on any terms. The billionaire athlete could have surrounded himself with people who could have protected him from this embarrassment, if it truly is an embarrassment to him. One thing Tiger should know, when God breathed breath into man he installed a living soul with a conscience, the ability to know right from wrong. It seems to some of us that many in America have lost that conscience because of our spoiled, humanistic, secular belief system. Even in the most remote native villages of the world, where the message of Christianity has not reached, we are told that a system of law exists whereby one male honors the wife and children of another male, where, even without a Supreme Court, these natives know that murder is wrong, lying and cheating are wrong and adultery is wrong.

Don't confuse celebrity with accomplishment, think of Madonna and Helen Keller.