I’m not an addict. I’ve never sought help for a vice. I’ve never invoked a twelve-step method to tackle a personal demon. I’m not coming from a place of experience on this topic.

But something about Tiger’s alleged sexual addiction has always troubled me.

We all know the story: Tiger’s professional career keeps him out on the road and out of Elin’s sight for the greater part of the calendar year. He eats, sleeps, golfs, and hooks up with chicks who are not his wife – in varying degrees of order. Once caught, he invokes the “sexual addiction” defense, seeks treatment, and now embarks on a renewed journey.

Fine. Whatever. Here’s where I get a little lost.

By all reports, Tiger’s infidelities took place in conjunction with his tournament action. While he was away, el Tigre would play, so to speak. The PGA tour was his enabler. That’s not to say that he wouldn’t have found a way to shag outside the home if he was workin’ the 9-5 cubicle, but golf certainly provided a greater means to step out on the wife – financially and geographically. It seems to me that his career is pretty germane to his addiction.

So now that he is a “recovering sex addict,” wouldn’t it stand to reason that critical to his healing is distance from all that feeds his greatest weakness – severance from the associations that nourish his infidelity?

Courses, hotels, restaurants, airlines, who knows what else will certainly trigger Tiger’s wayward desires. They are forever linked by routine. They will forever tempt by familiarity.

Alcoholics don’t tend bar. Heroin addicts don’t oversee dosing at the methadone clinic. If he’s truly an addict. Tiger shouldn’t be touring.