In the summer of 1997, I served Tiger Woods a frozen margarita in a bar in Monaco. I had been backpacking through France with a friend of mine and while he disappeared with some stoners in Nice, I decided to carry on to Monaco where I intended to terminate my trip and head home. However, I ended up getting a job in Le Texan – Monaco’s only Tex-Mex restaurant – and one day, Tiger Woods came in.
He wasn’t there for a drink however. Or a bite to eat. He was there to pick-up two of the bar’s gorgeous barmaids that the old Texan lady owner Kelly had pimped promised him for the evening. Before sailing away with them however, the owner told me to serve him the Texan house specialty drink which was frozen margaherita pumped out of a Slush Puppy type machine.
As I remember, he was standing outside the bar on the pavement waiting for the girls. I went over to him:
“Hi, I’m Nick from Huddersfield” I said.
“Hi, Tiger” he replied as I shook his hand and gave him the frozen margarita.
It was 1997. Woods had just won his first major title the US Masters and was one of the hottest properties in world sport. He was 21 years old but I remember thinking he looked like a baby faced teenager.
Why am I telling you this? Well Woods promptly whisked away the two lovely ladies and the next day we were all curiorus to hear what had happened from the gorgeous horses mouths. They were very cagey and said nothing happened. That’s it basically.
But was this one of the first signs that Tiger had quite an eye for the ladies?
In other Tiger Woods news, it hasn’t been a good few weeks for Gillette has it? First Thierry Henry is caught cheating, then Tiger Woods is caught cheating accidentally smashing his car into a fire hydrant while pulling out of his own drive. Makes you wonder what revelations are going to emerge about Rodger Federer. Is he working for Bin Laden maybe?
Anyway, whatever you think of Tiger, I implore you not to believe not the second reconstruction below of what happened at the Wood’s house this week. It was definitely the first reconstruction. OK?
Heh. Why did you tell him you were from Huddersfield? Were you hoping for a nice chat about Andy Booth?
I was hoping for some kind of recognition from Woods. Some kind of talking point that might have resulted in me being invited onto the yacht too.
Hehe…aww. You should’ve told him your sister was in town. He might’ve offered to make some room for you then.
I feel for this man. He’s only human.