First link: an interesting little blog post about how Tiger could have done a better job handling that whole bimbo-induced-career-meltdown thing. The short answer is he did everything wrong; the long answer is he did EVVVVVVVVERYTHING wrong.
It's very easy to sit back and play Monday-morning spin doctor, but I still have to agree with the author. Indefinite retirement from golf? It's like he was daring Letterman, Leno, and every other late-night comic to cut him up. Vanishing from the public eye doesn't make you look like a dedicated family man. It makes you look like a J.D. Salingeresque weirdo.
After all, a golfer without golf is just an er. If Tiger were out there doing the thing he does best--hitting a tiny white ball into a tiny little hole several hundred feet away using only a big chunk of metal--it would sop up press coverage that might otherwise go to Ex-Mistress #25. But no! The only thing we can do is speculate how much weirder it might get. And you can bet that doesn't help Tiger's public image. At all.
Same author, new link: forget the Madden cover jinx or the Sports Illustrated cover curse, the real trouble comes when you win Time's PERSON OF THE YEAR. From then on you go downhill, fast. It happened to Barack this year, and it's probably going to happen to Ben Bernanke in 2010. I'm a little worried, considering that I was named Person of the Year a couple years back. Does this mean I'm doomed?
Seriously, though, it's a good rule of thumb that when someone or something appears on a mainstream magazine cover, it's already played out. The sole exception is, of course, Old People Monthly. Its cover subjects only get better with age.
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