Whitlock sorry for Lin tweet

I get Linsanity. I’ve cried watching Tiger Woods win a major

golf championship. Jeremy Lin, for now, is the Tiger Woods of the

NBA. I suspect Lin makes Asian Americans feel the way I feel when I

watch Tiger play golf.

I should’ve realized that Friday night when I watched Lin torch

the Lakers. For Asian Americans and a lot of sports fans, his

nationally televised 38-point outburst was the equivalent of

Tiger’s first victory in The Masters. I got caught up in the

excitement. I tweeted about what a great story Lin is and how he

could rival Tim Tebow.

I then gave in to another part of my personality — my

immature, sophomoric, comedic nature. It’s been with me since

birth, a gift from my mother and honed as a child listening to my

godmother’s Richard Pryor albums. I still want to be a standup


The couple-inches-of-pain tweet overshadowed my sincere

celebration of Lin’s performance and the irony that the

stereotype applies to pot-bellied, overweight male sports writers,

too. As the Asian American Journalist Association pointed out, I

debased a feel-good sports moment. For that, I’m truly