as the kid playing “it” ran straight for us during summertime-fueled games of tag, we’d freeze in place, hold our index finger vertically on top of our nose, squeeze our eyes firmly shut, and shriek “you can’t see me; i’m hiding behind my finger!”
with our eyes closed and the world blackened, we fervently believed we were invisible and safe.
tiger woods tried to hide behind his finger this weekend and discovered the truth: even when you’re shutting out the world and hoping to keep all in the dark, the world sees you.
rumors love a vacuum. get out in front of that finger.