I really don’t have it out for the guy, but two things jump out at you. One, you know what happened, you just know his wife went ape over the National Enquirer story and wound up with a golf club doing a number on Tiger’s SUV at 2:30 in the morning as Tiger tried to get the hell away.
But more important is Big Media’s odd reluctance to speak plainly about the incident while still remaining oddly fascinated by the celebrity train-wreck of it all. Reminds me of the balloon boy crossed with Britney Spears or something.
Update: Look, it wasn’t even me who mentioned the Breck Girl when talking Tiger.