Tiger Woods surely wants desperately right now to play golf. Devoutly would he wish that there were a golf tournament -- no, a dozen tournaments -- that he could be playing in, playing in non-stop and seriatim, or even simultaneously -- at this point it hardly matters. He just wants to be out on the green, any green or mondegreen, both far from and deep within the madding crowd, among all those welcoming and inoffensive lies. He wants to be seen to be in love right now, with what, next to himself, has always been his steadiest and truest love: golf.
"No red nor white was ever seen/So am'rous as this lovely green."
He would wrap his cold heart in a player's hide, and hope to ride out the storm.
At least, that's my brittle take. That's my groatsworth of wit.