First Word. Last Word.

Following up on Attaturk's post, here's my contribution to Tiger's Penis Week.

Imagine being managed to within an inch of your life from the time you were two years old. Imagine the firm hands of fathers, mothers, coaches, agents, handlers, advisers, professional associations, sports leagues, advertisers, and fans on your shoulder, constantly guiding you, pushing you, pulling you this way and that since you were two years old. Imagine everyone around you wanting a piece of you 24/7/365. Since you were two years old. What do you do to feel in control of your own life? To feel free? To be able to tell yourself, "I have something that's all mine"?

I'm not surprised that Mister Calm, Cool & Collected has a secret life.