On Friday, Tiger Woods offered a public apology to the nation for his multiple infidelities.
And as a nation, we pretty much rejected it. “News” commentators immediately set upon the golfer like hungry wolves on a wounded animal:
I'm sorry. I just fired my staff... again. Now give me some real wolves!
That's more like it... reporters... they've smelled blood... Tiger blood...
“Did he sound truly repentant?”
“What did his body language indicate?”
“Who was he really apologizing to?”
“Is it ever okay to end a sentence with a preposition?”
The problem is, we have heard so many apologies recently, from preachers and politicians and pop stars – just to name a few – that we have become cynical.
“They’re just saying that so we will continue to like them.”
Well, d-u-u-u-h-h-h-h-h-h!
But making amends is an important step in the treatment of any addiction, so I’m willing to give Tiger the benefit of the doubt.
He has now completed Step #9. Time to move on.
Unfortunately, since the paparazzi has grown to enormous proportions (talk about obese!), and everyone is now carrying a camera wherever they go (in the form of a cellphone), there will be many more opportunities for people to apologize.
The following have blown in on the Banana Winds just this week:
French Wine Scandal
Growers of the French Pinot Noir grape were found guilty in a French court of selling fake wine to the American winery of E & J Gallo. Claude Courset of the Ducasse wine trading company was among twelve who were convicted of fraud, selling cheaper wines labeled as Pinot Noir to the American wine giant. The Gallo company did not realize the fraud, but the French wine police were paying attention, noticing that the region was exporting a larger than usual amount of the hard-to-grow grape juice.
This is the same oversight commission that busted Georges Duboeuf in 2005 for mixing lesser grapes with the famous gamay grapes that make up the Beaujolais wine; and again in 2007 when the Beaujolais region imported an unusually high quantity of sugar.
You have to give it to the French: the take their wines seriously!
Someone owes us an apology – and I’m thinking it’s E & J Gallo. I’m sure the French are still laughing at the fact that one of our largest wine distributors doesn’t know Pinot Noir from “vin de merde”.
Note: If you are drinking “Red Bicyclette 2006” or earlier, the joke’s on you!
Sir Elton John
Last week, Sir Elton told Parade magazine, "I think Jesus was a compassionate, super-intelligent gay man who understood human problems… On the cross, he forgave the people who crucified him. Jesus wanted us to be loving and forgiving. I don't know what makes people so cruel. Try being a gay woman in the Middle East -- you're as good as dead."
I’m thinking Pat Robertson will probably condemn Sir Elton in the days to come, for making a pact with the devil. How else can you explain the duck costume?
Perhaps a pact with Disney?
Someone owes us an apology – but it’s not Sir Elton. It is truly unfortunate that from his perspective, only gay men are compassionate, forgiving, and caring; therefore, Jesus must have been gay. Time for straight males to apologize and start living out the life that Jesus calls us to live.
Australian Sportscasters
Two unnamed Australian sportscasters have been roundly criticized for making on-air comments about American figure-skater Johnny Weir, suggesting that he should perhaps take a gender test to determine in which part of the competition he should compete.
Here no apology is necessary. The sportscasters should be fired outright and black-balled from television and radio broadcasts for life.
Scotty Lago
In the Olympics half-pipe competition last week, Scotty Lago did this to win a bronze medal:
Afterwards, the 22-year-old celebrated like this:
In actual fact, she is kissing his medal, which, for some inexplicable reason, appears to be slung about his waist.
But someone at the party snapped a quick photo, put it on the internet, and almost as fast as he won his bronze medal, he was humiliated around the world.
Of course, he apologized to the U.S. Olympic Committee and the U.S. Ski and Snowboard Association, and left Vancouver in shame.
I remember what it was like to be 22 years old...
Actually, no, I don’t. I’d like to think so, but that was a long time ago. A lot of margaritas have gone under the bridge since then.
So those of you who would criticize Scotty, try to imagine what it is like to be 22 years old and a sudden international sensation. Wouldn’t you party like it’s 1999?
What? What year is it? Damn, I’m old!
Oops. I'm sorry.