It’s safe to say Tiger Woods has never fully recovered from the marriage meltdown he suffered in the public eye, where it was discovered he had more mistresses than days he had been married to Elin Nordegren.
Somewhere in the center of the aforementioned scandal is Woods’ is his former caddy, Steve Williams, who spent more than a decade by his side. In his new autobiography, Out of the Rough, Williams is doing a lot of focusing on the bad times to shoot the book up to the bestseller’s list.
Here’s an excerpt from Stuff.Co.NZ:
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That all changed once Tiger slow-crashed his SUV into the fire hydrant just outside his house on Thanksgiving night. He was fleeing an angry Elin, while dosed up on sleeping tablets, after she discovered he had been cheating on her. Before long, my phone wouldn’t stop ringing.
I distinctly remember what I was doing when I heard he’d been involved in an accident – I was in a paddock slashing the grass and listening to the radio through headphones. I knew only what everyone else knew at that stage: that Tiger Woods had been involved in a car accident close to his home but the details were sketchy.
Any story involving Tiger got blown out of proportion, so I was happy to wait for more details. When later reports said there were no serious injuries, I relaxed and waited to hear from him. Tiger and I had been regular communicators and I figured he would contact me soon enough. A few days later, in late November, he emailed to say that he was in a spot of bother and would be in touch. I didn’t hear from him again for four months.
And such frustration allegedly led to flippant behavior on the part of Woods.
I was adamant that some of his behaviour on the course had to change. He was well known for his bad temper and, while that wasn’t pleasant to witness, you could live with it because it ended as quickly as it started. But he had other bad habits that upset me. I wanted him to prove to me he could change his behaviour and show me – and the game of golf – more respect.
One thing that really pissed me off was how he would flippantly toss a club in the general direction of the bag, expecting me to go over and pick it up. I felt uneasy about bending down to pick up his discarded club – it was like I was his slave. The other thing that disgusted me was his habit of spitting at the hole if he missed a putt. Tiger listened to what I had to say, the air was cleared and we got on with it – his goal was to be the best player in history and my goal was to keep working as best I could to help make that happen.
We’re not sure how drawing a six-figure salary to advise the game’s top golfer–even in the most strenous of times–is akin to picking cotton and eating table scraps–but everybody has a truth they believe.
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