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Over the last few days I’ve had some great conversations with Mike Schaffer (@MikeSchaffer), Matt LaCasse (@MattLaCasse) Matt Hannaford (@AXP112) and Colin Pennington (@ColinJP) about Tiger Woods and, now, former New York Giants running back Tiki Barber’s infidelities. We also touched on whether Sandra Bullock knew about Jesse James’ lifestyle choices, but that’s another discussion for another blog (believe me, I wouldn’t have enough space to write).
A thought I’ve had since Tiger’s story hit the news was reinforced when I read about Barber’s alleged hook-up. Think about this: At home athletes like Tiger and Tiki aren’t “champion golfer” Tiger Woods or “Giants great” Tiki Barber. They are Dad, husband and “normal” person. They aren’t being cheered by a course or stadium full of fans or told they are the greatest by autograph seekers at home. They (hopefully) change the diapers, take the kids to school, and treat their wives with respect for the hard work they put in while they are at work.
This isn’t the case though. For Tiger and Tiki, they apparently need the adulation of continuing to be known as golfing great and legendary New York Giant. If Tiger was just another guy, there is no way he’s hooking up with a porn star. He probably wouldn’t have been able to hide all the dalliances either.
Tiki Barber, if you read the reports in New York Post, has been doting on his gal pal for some time, allegedly lavishing her with gifts. The young girl clearly sees his for what he is: a former football player-turned-television commentator who still makes a considerable amount of money. He is viewed as a celebrity and his new gal is dating someone famous.
The bottom line? From my vantage point, these types of athletes need the spotlight 24-hours a day. They apparently can’t slip back into the family life after the competition is over. They need the rush of being cheered and lauded. The endorsement money doesn’t hurt either. For these guys, though, they need the cheers and praise not received at home. Why not get someone else to give them what they so deeply crave?
What do you think? Am I dead wrong or on to something?