While we’re on the subject of Tiger Woods – isn’t everyone these days? – I am registering a complaint that ought to mean something to the thousands of locals who pay big bucks to contribute to the graceless golfer’s annual foundation fundraiser called Tiger Jam.
More than one resident I’ve spoken with is tired of contributing to a foundation that doesn’t focus its charitable efforts in Southern Nevada and, two, rarely acknowledges that the bankroll for its good deeds is generated in Las Vegas.
That’s in keeping with Woods’ arrogant sense of entitlement as the world’s top golfer. He’s not the first sports or entertainment world celebrity to be full of himself, and Las Vegas is a magnet for the wealthy horse’s ass who forgets that casino employees put up a fuss for customers as part of their job description.
But while I’m still on the subject, the next time Woods comes to Las Vegas on a gambling foray or a hunt for starlets, someone should remind him that it’s impolite to use a limousine driver for several hours and then tip him only $10.