Is it me, or have we, by this time, all been Tiger Woods to death?

It may not make good ratings for golf, but some of us are glad Tiger decided to just "chill out" for a good long while.

The Tiger Woods saga is like a bad mystery novel. The Vatican sagas of Dan Brown and all those numerous Vampire books have nothing on the Tiger Wood saga.

Who did what? When did they know it? How many women did he really sleep with? Where did these, pardon the expression, "models" come from?

The question I want to know, and I'm sure I'm not the only one, is where did Tiger find the time to play golf, let alone hang out with the wife and kids? Didn't anyone tell these women what happens in your bed – or Tiger's bed – should stay there?

We really don't need to know what Tiger was doing when his father died or what he sent you in a text message, please.

Speaking of the wife and kids, let's stop saying poor Elin, how could he do that to her and the kids? Poor Mrs. Woods is gonna be just fine, thank you. She's gonna be making out like a fat cat if she decides to let Tiger take his golf clubs and just bounce into that golf club sunset.

Didn't she know what she was getting into when she married Tiger? If she didn't, someone should have educated her on how naive she really was. She was a nanny for a golfer for Pete's sake. His friend's knew, why didn't she?

Elin could have had a long distance conversation party with Vanessa Bryant, Kobe's wife on what you should do when your husband is caught cheating. (You don't just get mad, you get a shopping trip to Tiffany's and any other high end store you can think of, all on the same day!)

Why are we surprised that Tiger Woods really is human after all, and even has friends with benefits? The fact that he's married doesn't mean anything. It should, but it didn't.

So, really, what's all the fuss about?