You know how you sometimes are thinking of someone and they suddenly walk down the street in front of you?
Well, I have just had a similar experience. Attempting to wind down for my weekend, I just finished Hank Haney's book about Tiger Woods, "The Big Miss."
No, this is not a tale about one of his larger girlfriends. It is a very thoughtful analysis of the man and his game, written by his former coach.
No sooner had I placed it on the floor (yes, I should be tidier) than I received word that Woods will, next Tuesday, be participating in a Google+ Hangout. Yes, live.
His Twitter feed offered the news like this: "Join me May 29 for my first Google+ Hangout. Send me your ?s on Memorial & US Open and I'll invite some of you to join me LIVE ?#TigerHangout."
I am worried.
I know that Woods has been avoided prying, prurient, self-important journalist types, in favor of reaching out to the socially-networked masses.
I am being kind. Woods responded in a relative monotone to questions that he held on a piece of paper and looked as cheery as a prisoner without hope of parole. I didn't see any actual chatting.
However, in a Google+ Hangout, surely he might have to talk to those he has invited. And, well, they might have fooled him into believing they were nice people and not infiltrators or journalists. People can be mean.
He will have to rely on his handlers to vet the invitees. But they still might make an inappropriate comment. They might besmirch. They might be Phil Mickelson fans. Can he possibly be prepared for such an eventuality? This is, you know, live TV.
I want to know as much as the next human about whether he believes in hitting it left-to-right (as Haney wanted him to) or whether he now favors the right-to-left. But what if someone speaks when he's being spoken to? Or at?
This is surely not to be (big) missed.