Just a matter of time before King Nike finds himself alone out on an island.
The display case in the Toys R Us up here in New Jersey had Tiger Woods action figures for sale. I saw them there.
So did the students of our school who were shopping for gifts for underprivileged children.
I noticed something else about the display: the action figures had a large red sign which read, "Clearance."
That was last Tuesday.
Damn, I love omens!
Just yesterday, the Gillette Co. announced that it was "phasing out" their Tiger Woods advertising campaign. That followed news last week that Gatorade was giving Tiger the heave-ho, too.
And today, Accenture, the biggest fish yet to fry in Tiger's multi-million dollar athletic Ponzi scheme, is bailing on Woods.
This is big news.
You couldn't watch a golf tournament without seeing something having to do with Accenture. It was their deal with the devil. And with Tiger as their main pitchman, you couldn't miss him either.
But it's "see ya" on that deal too.
Now I'm just waiting for the biggest benefactor's shoe of all fall off, i.e., The Swooosh.
I can't wait to see that happen.
For years, I've been visually overstuffed with seeing the ubiquitous Swoosh on everything from shoes and shampoo to thongs and bongs.
Can't you just picture all those snarky ad-exec types scrambling around with Blueberrys and Blackberrys and dingleberries ringing off their collective hooks trying to stick their fingers in the springing dike?
Good stuff. I love it!