OK. Break out the the Crayola box of 64 and color me "gullible," because I actually bought Tiger Woods' press conference sincerity.
The last time I remember America gathering around the TV like this was the O.J. Simpson verdict, and just like the O.J. verdict, I think peoples' minds were made up on the guy long before the televised finale.
If you didn't like Tiger (or were sufficiently disgusted by his actions), you weren't going to let him get away with winning you over with a 14-minute press conference in which he looked like a nervous fourth-grader delivering his first book report.
But I bought it all, just like when I arrived at a garage sale after everything is a quarter.
I thought he did a great job with a very tough job. Maybe it is because I am a fan; maybe it's because of that crayon color; but I am willing to forgive Tiger for something that I don't think he needs to apologize to me for.
Does that make me a good person, or a dumb one? (Probably dumb, because I know I am not good.)
I just hope the whole thing goes away as soon as possible, and the only time we see Tiger is on the course — not in the tabloids, and not delivering another speech on what he did on his summer vacation — even if it does include adult film stars.