Tiger Woods said all the right things at his non press conference on Friday…and then some. We would have all been okay with just five minutes of scripted mea culpas and without his righteous indignation about the media, which seemed out of place and hypocritical. After all, until the accident and bimbo eruptions, Woods owed his privacy and his “Privacy” (the huge yacht and symbol of his wealth) in large measure to the media’s free and adoring promotion. Some members of the media, according to reports, were aware long before Thanksgiving night of Woods' extra curricula passion, and they knew it wasn’t hiking the Appalachian Trail. The accident, and the National Enquirer, forced their hand.
During the tightly choreographed conference with 40 of his close friends and a few hand-selected media representatives, the main
One of Woods’ female employees cried during the presentation. Was it her boss’ words, or regrets she hadn’t said something to him during his years of debauchery, or guilt for possibly having been the handler who bought an airline ticket for one of Woods mistresses to fly to Australia to be with him? Is there a clinic and therapy for enabler addictions?
In a few weeks, Woods will emerge from his sex addiction therapy and declare himself a new man. Waiting for him, like a faithful girlfriend just outside the prison gates, will be his coterie of enablers. If ever there was a public figure defined by the company he keeps, it is Eldrick “Tiger” Woods. He will not truly be cured until he fires the lot of them.