With all the problems the American way of life faces today–declining economic leadership and standard of living, two wars, a broken healthcare system, climate change, increasing energy costs, a financial system that holds the taxpayer hostage–what is The Washington Post covering today?
Before the papers even hit the driveways, I count on its web site 12—Count ‘em, 12!–stories/posts/commentaries, etc. on Tiger Woods’ apology yesterday. And these are only the ones I can find links for on its home page:
“A disgusting apology,” “Woods convinced me,” “Taking the blame,” “Call it a half-apology,” “Tiger Woods Apologizes,” “Tiger Woods’…Mea Culpa,” “…Apology Leaves Little Room for Sincerity,” “Sincere and Thorough,” “…What Do We Believe,” “Woods Opens Door on Private Life…,” “Will Tiger Join the Shame Hall of Fame,” and last, but not least though certainly a new low for The Post, a poll, asking readers what they think.
Let me spare you all the wasted time reading the work of 12 writers and God knows how many editors, web and graphic designers, and the poor dead trees that gave up their lives for this. Here’s the video of his public apology.
Let me save you more time: Don’t view the video. I didn’t. And as Friday night rolls into Saturday morning in the central time zone, I can say I have survived not knowing what he had to say. I may not make it ‘til morning. I may wake up in a cold sweat and succumb to watching it and reading what all these underemployed journalists think about it.
Most of them, of course, are pissed that he apparently took a swipe at them. (I couldn’t help hearing that on a TV news report that caught me before I could run out of the room screaming.) They feel cheated:
“Tiger, would you let us know what your wife said to you when she found out?”
“Yo, Tiger, did you really tell a porn star you loved her and would marry her? Oh, and how was she?”
“Please tell us, how does it feel to be so humiliated?” (Note to non-reporters: “How does it feel?” is the first question all reporters learn to ask. Adding questions to their repertoire can help their careers, but isn’t really necessary.)
I’m willing to bet that when the paper comes out in the morning, you won’t find 12 full-fledged news stories in the A section. As I’m out of town, let me know, and if proven wrong, I’ll admit it—in front of cameras with my family members in the audience. And I’ll try to top Tiger by getting my wife to be there looking distraught and shamed that I guessed wrong.
But only if The Post apologizes to all those dead trees.