Tiger's Back/What About His Body Language?

The big news this week is that Tiger Woods is coming back from his infidelity-sex addiction rehab exile from golf in time to play in the Master’s tournament. I suppose it’s great news for die heart golf fans. Even better news for CBS, the network that will broadcast the event. Ratings should go through the roof. People will be glued to their sets to see if Tiger wins, comes close, or is so out of whack that he will start hooking balls into the trees. Being far from a golf on TV fan, I don’t know how much of the spectacle I’ll view.
One typical aspect regarding the scandal ,other than alleged mistresses coming out of the wood works for their fifteen to who knows how many minutes of fame, was when Tiger finally had his press conference, magazine shows had so-called body language experts on their shows to interpret the real meaning behind the words Tiger was saying.
Great! Or is it? I’m not saying body language reading doesn’t have its place, but it seems to me that these public figures caught up in highly stressful unfamiliar situations, might react like people caught up in highly stressful unfamiliar situations, thereby skewering their body language reactions. But what do I know? It’s just that seeing these interpretations all the time can be a little annoying.
Ah, but I have a solution. Hire body language experts to interpret the body language of the original body language experts.
That’ll work. Or will it?

The Tiger Woods Saga; Hoocies Gone Bad

Sadly, the Tiger Woods saga continues. Enough mistresses have come forward to almost field a lingerie football team. A lot has been said about Tiger's tarnished image. But wait! I have the same feeling about mistresses. It used to be if you compensated and treated them well they remained loyal and kept quiet. But alas, hoocies have lost their integrity.
I suppose you can't blame them in today's world of the hungry media monster that constantly needs to be fed. With instant fame knocking at the door they're all to willing to say:
"Oh yes. Here I am. I was with Tiger. I did him. How could he resist? Look at this. Look at me."
I suppose you can't blame them. There's famous for nothing money to be made in the form of selling your story to tabloids, photo spreads in men's magazines, and maybe an appearance on a dumb-assed reality show.
Down the line, if they go on to have a family, they can show their kids the DVD of news and magazine show reports about their proudest moment.
Well, maybe not.

Hoocies be squawking
Hoocies be talking
Hoocies used to have class
But that's in the past
I'm a bad poet
And I know it