Yeah, everybody knows the Blake poem, and a few idiots have tried to apply it to Tiger Woods–a couple of them even to coax him back to love and favor. As Walter Matthau said in “Grumpy Old Men,” “Holy Moly!”
We have here a very talented athlete, and a complete creep. I write this because he has apparently agreed to give a statement to “the media” on his own terms, and Arnold Palmer might even be at his side, Palmer a notorious partier but such a nice guy that nobody would tell on him. Don’t do it, Arnie, don’t take yourself down to Tiger’s den.
Given the state of our sports culture, Tiger could probably come back to almost universal acclaim, with even the decent guy Mike Tirico standing up for him. But he’s a jerk, and somebody all of us should tell our children to shun, avoid, never, ever admire.
That, of course, is said in a spirit of anger. But what would bring Tiger back? Does anybody think he would go to confession? I mean, heck, Bill Clinton still thinks he has the moral upper hand on Ken Starr.