Oh, For Heaven's Sake

I saw this article about Tiger Woods getting criticized for using "the s-word" about his play at the Masters.

Naturally, I thought at first that this meant "shite" and was going to go on and mention an extremely funny Plum Wodehouse short story called "Chester Forgets Himself", in which the hero, a habitually foul-mouthed golfer, restrains himself in order to try and win the love of what he believes to be a very high-minded, intellectual girl. Well, she goes out for a round of golf with him and he nearly has apoplexy reining himself in. Finally, on the last hole, thanks to the machinations of a hilarious foursome known as the Wrecking Crew, he blows up and spews an entire back nine's worth of frustration in front of her. Of course, it turns out that the girl secretly despises primness and general egg-headedness and the only thing holding her back from Chester all this time has been his evident lack of spirit. Naturally, this is all cleared up and the couple stroll off into the sunset together. You'll find the story in a delightful volume of Plum's golf stories called The Heart of a Goof.

But then I read that the word Woods was criticized for using actually was "spaz", as in he played like one.

Never mind.