Essay from Cheyenne Woods: What's in a Name?

How often are you asked personal questions about your uncle?

Once a month? Once a year? Never?

For me, it happens almost every day. But that’s just kind of how it works when you’re a professional golfer and your uncle happens to be Tiger Woods.

Every so often, I’ll meet a random acquaintance, and they’ll introduce themselves as if they are interested in how I’m doing or what I’m up to. But inevitably the first question I’ll get asked is, “So, how’s Tiger doing?” or “When’s the last time you talked to Tiger?” And all I can do is laugh and provide some generic answer that they’d like to hear. At this point it’s all become fairly routine for me.

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The very first time I was compared to Tiger, I think I had to be like nine or 10 years old, right around when I first started playing in golf tournaments. Tiger was getting huge at that point — he was really starting to dominate. At that age, I thought it was really cool that people would talk about it with me. My junior golf coach even nicknamed me Tigress. I loved it because, like a lot of kids, I wanted to be just like my uncle when I grew up. I would dress like Tiger, wearing Nike head to toe. Then, as I got older, people would compare our progress or assume things about me as a person because of who my uncle was, and that’s when it started to get old.

I mean, I get it — he’s one of the most famous human beings on the planet and we share a last name as well as a profession. But let me clear something up once and for all: I love my uncle, and I treasure the advice he gives me when we speak every few months, but I am not Tiger Woods.