Tiger Woods. Tiger. Tiger Woods. Two different women.

That's why they came forward, you know.

The three of them - if you count the mother of his children - all thought they were the only woman. Well two of them knew about the whole mother of his children thing. But one woman thought she was the only one. The actual mother of his children. That was Tiger's mistake. Well, one of them. The other one was having his wife find out about the other two while she was near a golf club. Fore!

Tiger. Tiger Woods. I guess the whole best friend thing, the whole soul mate thing. That was transient. Passing. To be having sex with other women when your wife's in her seventh month of pregnancy is disgusting. But familiar. John Edwards' wife had cancer. Shame.

You know what? I'm gonna blame FaceBook...nerds dictating social interaction. Gets us all revved up that maybe WE won't be caught. Maybe WE could dally and have a cyber intimate relationship and no one will ever know if its on our private wall...

Private. Privacy.

Now, Tiger'd like privacy. Shoulda picked different hookers. Sorry, I mean exotic dancers. Sorry again, I mean, the PC thing to say is it isn't only their fault, right? Right. How could they have known this famous millionaire, who graced every sports magazine cover on the planet, was married to a woman who was about to deliver his child??? How indeed. They're just dancers...

Or as Ron Burgundy would say...pirate hookers...

You know you love me....