Tiger, a Porta Potty and a Retweet
Most people would give their left arm to meet or interact with their sports idol. If that sports idol is Tiger Woods you would think that would be close to impossible? Well, what if I was to tell you I’ve had not only one, but two separate run-ins with Mr. Woods.
In 2007, Montreal was host to the 7th Presidents Cup at Royal Montreal Golf Club. I headed to Montreal with the intention of seeing the best golfers in the world face off and follow Tiger, of course. But what I didn’t expect on that sunny late September day was to come face to face with my sports idol in a porta potty. That’s right, a porta potty.
Let me set the scene. Tiger had just hit his tee shot on the par-5 12th hole and with Tiger’s drive measuring well over 300 yards, I thought it would give me enough time to hit up the cluster of porta potty’s that aligned the fairway before he hit his next shot. As I was doing my business (#1, BTW) in one of the random potty’s I heard what seemed to be a large group gathering outside the luxurious chalet-like building of porta potty’s. The crowd noise got even louder as I slid the sticky plastic lock to the right and just as I was ready to open the door, it swung open, and there stood. Elderick. Tiger. Woods. With his driver in hand for some reason?
As we stood looking at each other for what seemed like at least a minute, but in actuality it was probably more like two seconds, Tiger gave me a little nod and a “hey” as he slipped past me into the porta potty. In the time that it took me to go pee a huge crowd had gathered with security blocking off access to the porta potty’s. As I walked out to wash my hands I felt like I was on stage as most of the crowd laughed at the shock on my stunned face. I remember it like it was yesterday. Too cool.
My second run-in with Tiger came just over a week ago, on my birthday. Tiger doesn’t tweet much, but I noticed on my birthday he tweeted something about his endorsement deal with Rolex. So I thought why not try and send him a timely tweet with the idea of getting him to give me a shout out on my birthday.
A couple of hours past, I had totally forgotten that I had sent the tweet when suddenly my phone started to explode with tweets and texts congratulating me that I had gotten a birthday tweet shout out from Tiger. At this point my data plan was working overtime for the rest of the night and next day, I was completely speechless.
For my entire adult life, Tiger has been my sporting idol, ever since he rolled in that final putt as a twenty-one year old to win his first Masters. Although he’s had his share of problems over the last two plus years the two experiences outlined above have solidified my bromance.