It is, at long last, a mature and practical step in a maelstrom of deceit, sleaze and professional suicide. Tiger Woods, once the world's most revered athlete and now its most ridiculed and rebuffed, announced Friday night on his website -- I know, he's still in his cave -- that he's taking an indefinite leave from golf. This is the sporting equivalent of Sinatra taking a leave from singing, Oprah taking a leave from soul-healing and Michelangelo taking a leave from sculpting, the difference being that Woods is doing so to escape the public heat that has scalded him beyond recognition. Some of his critics, who number in the hundreds of millions these days, will call him a coward who's running away from a world that has turned on him with stunning and relentless disgust. I say he's trying to save his marriage, help his young children and create an equilibrium in his private life that will let him proceed in his pursuit of golf's greatest record, the 18 major championships of Jack Nicklaus. What he could have done was back-burner his family, as Michael Jordan and others have carelessly done in their moments of marital strife, and deal with his problems down a 72-hole escape hatch every weekend. Instead, he's putting down the clubs for a bit and trying to become the family man he claimed to be all those years, before his serial horndoggery exposed him as a fraud.
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