No golfer has been more advertised, televised, recognized, commercialized, scrutinized, criticized, and crucified, than Eldrick “Tiger” Woods. Tiger has been the headliner appearing on golf’s grand stages for the last twenty years. He still moves the needle, quiet as it’s kept. He’s been golf’s “Cash Cow” for sometime now. He’s still their BIGGEST drawing card, even with his poor performance and multiple injuries of late.
Even with the steller playing of golf’s young lions like Jordan Spieth, Jason Day, Rory Mcilroy, Ricky Fowler, Dustin Johnson and countless others, golf’s hierarchy is still doubting whether the future of golf will EVER recapture the MASSIVE revenue sharing benefits they all experienced during Tiger’s supreme reign.
Of course, the Palmer and Nicklaus era had their share of prosperity, but at no time in the history of this great game did golf enjoy the success it did during the Tiger Woods era. If you need that fact validated or confirmed, I’m sure Tiger’s longtime agent Mark Steinberg can verify that for you.
It is certainly no well kept secret that Tiger’s value to the game is PRICELE$$! One need look no further than today’s golf purses. The golfing police, and public in general, are still hoping on a wing and a prayer that late one Sunday afternoon, we will all be treated to a final round showdown in one of golf’s four majors, featuring Tiger and one of the young guns I mentioned earlier, battling it out down the stretch, for one more glimpse of golf immortality.
It would send network ratings straight into outer space. What theater that would be. It could be safe to say, that it might have a direct effect on the stock market.
Now getting back to my original point of view, since all the experts are still showing all of Tiger’s highlight reels and analyzing his health status and his anticipated return date, shouldn’t he at least be receiving some “Royalty Checks” to sorta motivate him to accelerate his return to competitive golf and make a lot of dreams come true and a lot of folks filthy rich? Not me of course, but maybe you. How’s that for a little imagination? LOL….
Oh, yeah. Let me know your comments on this!
John Perry is a freelance writer, poet and active golfer with a passion for calling shots like he sees them and, then, telling it like it is. He resides in Vauxhall, NJ. Email: johnpgolf@icloud.com