It appears that the parade of morally decadent women and ambluances have taken the day off, which is fine. It’ll finally free me up to write that NBA piece I’ve been putting off since the playoffs last spring. But seriously, this story will pick up again as soon as Tiger goes out for milk, and he’ll be expected to give back his endorsement money and make some bold act of contrition. But what good does any of that actually do?

Look, even when Gatorade and Nike and the media at large prop these guys up on pedestals, nobody believes that they’re perfect. Sure, we were shocked when Kobe nailed that white girl in Colorado, but were we surprised? It’s been pointed out that Rachel Uchitel, the first of the alleged Tiger mistresses, was much more of a VIP madam, basically serving as a de facto grand marshal for the parades of Tiger ‘tang, and doing so for about $15,000 per month. Nice work if you can get it.

We know that Tiger’s not a perfect guy, even though his “image” might have dictated otherwise. But the issue with this story is that there’s no other side for the reader to take. “Tiger’s a philanderer” seems to be the only opinion to have. Kobe’s image, for the most part, has recovered from his transgressions. So will Tiger’s, and it won’t because he’ll have bared his soul for all to see. It will be because he starts winning golf tournaments again, which is really the only thing we like about him to begin with.