Cashing in on The Tiger
by There’s nothing quite like a spot of controversy to increase a celebrity’s stock. So what’s wrong with cashing in and joing the gravy train? After all, we’re all trying to make a living. .. aren’t we?
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It’s a curious thing, but even those of us out here in the world who find absolutely no entertainment value in golf – those of us who make controversial comments like “Golf is a silly game played by men who enjoying clubbing a little white ball around an over-manicured wilderness” – are making money off the back of the whole Tiger Woods/Rachel Uchitel thing. I’m going to be controversial now, but only because the piece I dropped on the web yesterday is accruing a healthy number of hits, and say a big thanks from the little guy. Golf is a ridiculous game, but people make lots of money from it. So is there an argument for saying that those of us on the outside of golf should be able to make money out of the ridiculous things that golf players do?
On the face of it, this whole episode is so ridiculous it could have come straight from the script pages of Dallas or Dynasty. The neighbours must be wondering about the financial ramifications for their own properties since this story broke. Imagine being the neighbour whose tree Tiger hit. Put the house on the market now my friend – “This is the tree that Woods hit. This is the kitchen window from where I saw the whole thing happen as I made my Mocha-frappa-skinny-cappuccino.” That puppy is going to sell. And besides, do you want to live next door to a couple that drive into fire hydrants and set about each other’s cars with golf clubs?
Everybody is cashing in on this thing. From the part-time bloggers up to the full-on, chase-you-down-the-street paparazzi, this thing is an earner; it’s selling words and pictures, and I’d bet my best set of golf clubs, if I had any, that some enterprising geek out there in WWW world has developed an online game in which you can chase Tiger round with a 9 iron or a wedge – if it doesn’t already exist then you heard the concept here first. But don’t be too sad for Tiger, I’m pretty sure he’ll come out of this thing alright. Let’s face it, nothing sells razor blades or deodorant like publicity – and there is no such thing as bad publicity; just ask Thierry ‘last-minute-handball’ Henry. Tiger will bounce back, rising like a graceful chip from the bunker.
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