tiger_woods Listen, I’m not into the whole golf thing. I certainly can appreciate that Tiger Woods is the greatest golfer ever – although growing up it was always for me Jack Nicolson and Arnold Palmer. Call me a fool, but I like my champions to be, well, champions. And yes, we’re all human and put our pants on the same way and everybody makes mistakes. I don’t have a problem giving Michael Vick a second chance in the NFL or maybe putting Pete Rose in the Hall of Fame with an asterisk. But what you do after you screw up is critical to what happens next.

So, you’re in your truck at 2:30 AM. You’re home for the holiday parked on the side of your house. Something we’re told is not our business happens to cause you to drive the truck into a fire hydrant and maybe even a tree. None of the safety devices like the air bags engage. Your wife or girlfriend or significant other comes out of the house with a cheater bar and smashes all your windows and “allegedly” pulls you out of danger. The neighbors call 911. You’re taken to the hospital, but nobody finds out about it until 12 hours later. You go home. The state police knock on your door and want to find out exactly what happened. But your – somebody – tells the cops to go away because your sleeping and don’t want to talk about it now or maybe ever again.

Take what I just said and make yourself the most famous and richest truck driver in history. International, Caterpillar, Sirius/XM and many others want you to put your name on their product. The press follows you everywhere. If you’re not inside one of your multi-million dollar homes or tricked out trucks, you’re followed and photographed. And you understand that this is the price of fame and fortune. So you then find yourself, at 2:30 AM, on the ground, in the street, next to your Cadillac, I mean truck, a wee bit banged up. And you want us to just forget about it and not want to know what the heck happened. Just go on with our day as if you, Mr. Sports Hero, all-time greatest golfer didn’t screw up and now expect us to just ignore you.

Well, I just don’t think so. Because you do put your pants on just like the rest of us. And you are human. And you do screw up. And most likely will again. But we truckers know that if something like “this” happened to “us”, we wouldn’t be “allowed” to either get back in the truck or go inside our house and tell the cops sorry, can’t talk to you right now or ever. And we expect, despite who you are and your homes, planes, cars and riches to be treated just like we would be. And we expect you to come clean, because that’s what a champion would do. Because, at least in my eyes, even though golf is not my thing, all you are is some dude who for some weird unknown reason the early morning after Thanksgiving wrapped yourself around a tree and a fire hydrant. And the problem now is not what you did, but how badly, how arrogantly and how stupidly your handling the aftermath.

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