So, Tiger Woods is engaged. I’m happy for him, and hope his fiancee is tough enough to deal with life in his fishbowl.
In that vein, let’s all agree that excess publicity has never helped any relationship, and the relationships of the rich and famous are doomed nearly from the outset.
Therefore, I move that we all forswear the following:
Tigers’ Pride (Spouse or offspring)
Tiger’s Cubs (offspring)
Tiger’s Den (home of above)
Tiger’s Lair (ditto)
Those refusing to forswear such descriptions should be prepared to pay me 5 US cents for every use. I’ll use the proceeds to establish a retreat for the insanely famous and wealthy to iron out their problems caused by media over-exposure.
Good luck. Sportswriters are probably the most clich?-ridden of all journalists, so I suspect this crusade is doomed to failure, but it’s a worthy one.