I've got some golf advice for Tiger Woods.

I know. This is kind of like dispensing devotion ideas to the Pope, or maybe telling Springsteen how to be a little more "rock and roll." When I'm done, maybe I'll tell Bobby Flay how to use a grill.

Presumptuous is a word that comes to mind. And ridiculous. Absurd. Maybe even stupid. I mean, where do I get off telling Tiger Woods anything about golf? And what's more, why does he need any help or advice from anybody? He's the top money winner on tour, by a huge margin. He's won almost half the tournaments he's played.

But, and it's a big "but," there is something wrong. Tiger played in all four majors this year and he didn't win any. Indeed, in the final one of the year, he went head to head with someone named Y. E. Yang and came up empty.

The point here, of course, is that Tiger doesn't care about cashing any more checks. What he wants to do is kiss the major trophies.

The golf blogosphere (which is a place that takes itself far too seriously, as far as I'm concerned) has been abuzz with people trying to answer the "What's Wrong With Tiger?" question. They've also spent a lot of time asking if there was ANYTHING wrong with Tiger.

But nobody has come up with the answer I have. And I got my idea watching a bunch of women play golf.

I watched with rapt attention last week when the best women golfers in the United States played against the best women from Europe in the Solheim Cup. I was enthralled by these athletes. And I came away with several very distinct impressions.

First, of course, is the fact that these women can really play. Top to bottom, both teams had great players with the full array of shots that you would expect from a professional golfer. I was incredibly impressed with Michelle Wie, who looks totally different from the troubled teen who was bouncing between the men's tour and the grand designs of her parents and advisors.

Wie has got some serious game and looks like she is actually enjoying golf right now, a far cry from where she was a couple of years ago. Which brings me to the other thing I noticed about the women.

They were having fun. You could tell they were enjoying themselves. They smiled. They reacted to good and bad shots and to the crowds that loved them. They clapped each other on the back. When an opponent made a good shot, the women were quick to offer congratulations and some gentle laughter.

The biggest thing about it was the women golfers seemed to be real human beings. And it was obvious that the crowd loved them. Golf crowds watch men golfers with something akin to shock and awe. Those same crowds watch the women golfers with awe for their skills and warmth and affection for their humanity.

These women, locked in the fiercest of competition, understood that this was a game. A serious game, but a game nonetheless. And they knew that fun was a big part of this game. They smiled at good shots, grimaced with a grin at the bad ones. They smiled at each other. They smiled at their opponents. They smiled at the people in the gallery. They smiled when the cameras were on and I'm sure they smiled when the cameras were off.

Which brings me back to Tiger Woods. Here comes the advice:

Lighten up, man! You are way too serious. When you are so grim, the joys are hard to come by and the little disappointments become impossible mountains to climb.

Watch Tiger during a tournament. Every little thing is life and death. He sounds like a drunken sailor when a shot goes awry. His favorite word starts with "F." He slams his clubs. He glares at his caddie. And, he pays absolutely no attention to the thousands of people who have come to pay homage to him. It's as if they don't exist.

Remember Michael Jordan during a particularly emotional string that gets the crowd roaring? Jordan fed off the crowd and they fed off him. Other athletes knew the value of how much fun this can be: Brett Favre, Robin Yount, Billie Jean King, Jack Nicklaus, Charles Barkley.

Tiger's got to learn some of that. Hit one of those power fades into the trees on the right, how about a smile and a shrug of the shoulders to the galleries. Leave a putt short and smile at your playing partner and say, "Good-Good?"

Tiger has a sacred goal -- to win more majors than anyone. The question I have is what good will it do him if he doesn't even enjoy it?