Having devoted an inordinate amount of time to thinking about Tiger Woods over the last 27 years, I’ve come to a realization about the golfer. If golf never existed, what would he be?
An athlete in some other sport? A Navy SEAL (as he seriously considered becoming a dozen years ago)?
No. I’m pretty sure that if golf didn’t exist, Tiger Woods would be a Certified Public Accountant with a successful practice in Newport Beach. (Think a West Coast version of Rick Moranis in Ghostbusters.)
If golf hadn’t existed, Arnie would have been, say, the king Cadillac dealer of Pennsylvania or something.