Between apology and talent, Tiger can be redeemed
Confronted with a legion of low-rent opportunists, these treacherous, sugar-frosted bimbos his nether regions convinced him to trust, Tiger Woods finally copped a plea:
"I have let my family down and I regret those transgressions with all of my heart. I have not been true to my values and the behavior my family deserves. I am not without faults and I am far short of perfect. I am dealing with my behavior and personal failings behind closed doors with my family." His bylined statement ends five paragraphs later, with this: "I will strive to be a better person and the husband and father that my family deserves. For all of those who have supported me over the years, I offer my profound apology." There. Was that so hard? Just as I finished the statement, I received a text from a sportswriter friend, another imperfect man who’s seen his share of very late nights. "I like Tiger more now," he said. Me, too. He’s an idiot. But I kinda like him better this way. This peculiar place where we ply our trade — that ever-blurry border between sports and celebrity — has plenty of pathologies. It’s voyeuristic, simplistic, and deceitful. But it is not unforgiving.