I’m a journalist and I’m a golf fan.
The journalist is totally turned off by Tiger Woods’ plan to publicly apologize for…whatever he wants to apologize for and whoever he wants to apologize to…by simply reading a written statement.
The golf fan doesn’t care. He’s not owed an apology. Hey, Tiger Woods didn’t screw up my life. He screwed up his own.
The journalist wants Woods to hold an open news conference, not stage a carefully controlled media event. The journalist wants questions asked. There will be no questions. Just a statement to one camera, bought and paid for by Tiger Woods.
The golf fan just wants to see the guy hit a golf ball. And maybe come to his hometown tournament. Just once. And maybe be nice enough to smile like he means it and sign a few autographs.
Journalists and TV talking heads will parse every sentence that comes out of Woods’ mouth. Did he seem sincere? Apologetic? Humble? Contrite?
The golf fan just wants to know if he’ll tee it up at Augusta.
This journalist thinks Tiger Woods became a hostage to his own carefully crafted image.
This golf fan hopes that Tiger Woods can set himself free.