Well, howdy there! You wanna know how tall Tiger Woods’ son is, huh? That Charlie boy. Let me tell ya, it’s a bit of a mystery, like how many chickens are gonna hatch from a clutch of eggs.
Ain’t nobody really knowin’ for sure. Some folks sayin’ this, some folks sayin’ that. You know how it is, gossip spreads faster than a wildfire in dry grass.
- One fella told me he’s about 5 foot 5 inches. That’s pretty tall for a young’un, I reckon. Almost as tall as my prize-winning sunflower last summer.
- Then, I heard another story, this woman at the market, she swore he was closer to 5 foot 11 inches. Land sakes, that’s near as tall as some grown men! If that’s true, he’ll be towering over his old man soon enough.
- But then you got the official folks, the ones who write things down, they ain’t sayin’ nothin’. Say it’s “not publicly available information.” Sounds like a bunch of hogwash to me. Why all the secrecy? It ain’t like he’s hidin’ the family recipe for prize-winning apple pie.
Now, you gotta remember, that boy is still growin’. Kids these days, they shoot up like weeds after a good rain. He’s only about twelve years old, so he’s got plenty of growin’ left to do. He might be 5 foot 5 now, but by next year, he could be taller than his daddy. Or maybe he’ll be one of them late bloomers, like my cousin Billy who didn’t grow an inch until he was sixteen, and then BAM! Shot up like a beanstalk.
It’s all a guessin’ game, I tell ya. But one thing’s for sure, that boy’s got some good genes. His daddy, Tiger Woods, now he was somethin’ special. Started winnin’ golf tournaments when he was just a youngster himself. Youngest ever, they said. Won three in a row, even when he was losin’. Folks ’round here still talk about it.
And now, young Charlie’s followin’ in his daddy’s footsteps. Playin’ golf too, they are. Even playin’ together sometimes, in them fancy tournaments down in Orlando. Father and son, out there on the green, hittin’ little white balls with them sticks. Must be somethin’ special, that bond they have. Like a good ol’ hound dog and its master, always stickin’ together.
So, how tall is Charlie Woods? Well, like I said, it depends on who you ask and when you ask ’em. Maybe he’s 5 foot 5, maybe he’s 5 foot 11, maybe he’s somewhere in between. The important thing is, he’s healthy and he’s happy. And he’s got a good daddy to look up to. That’s more important than bein’ tall, I reckon.
Height ain’t everything, you know. My grandpa always used to say, “It ain’t the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.” And that’s the truth, I tell ya. Charlie Woods might be short, he might be tall, but as long as he’s got that fire in his belly, that determination to win, he’ll do just fine.
Now, don’t go quotin’ me on any of this, ya hear? I’m just an old woman, spinnin’ yarns and tellin’ tales. But if you ask me, that Charlie boy is gonna be somethin’ special, just like his daddy. Whether he’s 5 foot 5 or 6 foot 5, it don’t matter none. He’s got the talent, he’s got the drive, and that’s all that counts. So let’s just wait and see how tall he grows, both in inches and in spirit. And in the meantime, let’s enjoy watchin’ him play some good ol’ golf.
And that’s all I gotta say about that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go tend to my chickens. They’re probably wonderin’ where their supper is. And maybe I’ll bake an apple pie while I’m at it. Not tellin’ nobody the recipe, though! That’s a secret!
