For three straight days now, Tiger Woods has snubbed law-enforcement officials attempting to speak with him about the single-car accident he had in his own driveway in the wee hours of Friday morning. (Here's the latest story about that).
Tiger certainly isn't paying me to tell him what to do, or I'd be doing so from a beach in St. Somewhere. However, here's a bit of unsolicited advice anyway:
Tiger, you have got to talk to the police. Hiding out in your mansion, offering some lame excuse or another (you're asleep, or getting your agent to call, or, more ominously, having your attorney say you're "not available") does you no good.
Official, carefully-parsed statements on your own Web site do you some good, but not enough. You have to actually answer questions. Account for your actions. If it was a careless mistake, big deal.
It's not like you have committed a serious crime here. The only person you actually hurt with this strange wreck was yourself. And yet, by hiding out, Tiger, you're acting a bit like a criminal would. Obviously, there's something embarrassing about this crash that the public doesn't know -- but can it really be that bad? I don't think so. I bet the rumors are worse than the truth.
This is the downside of celebrity, Tiger. I know you value your privacy above all else (to the point of even naming your yacht "Privacy"). But you enjoy all the perks of celebrity's upside -- the endorsements, the millions of dollars, the never having to wait in line anywhere you go.
So explain yourself. First, to the police. Then, to the public.
Trust me, it will all go away much sooner if you do.
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