Tiger Woods Speaks and Says Nothing

He was rote, robotic and unconvincing. He spoke from a script and answered no questions. He connected with no one. There was no light in his eyes and no heart in his message. He pandered and posed.

It was the most unconvincing performance of Tiger Woods' life. He read the script, clearly uncomfortable with his lines. He said what had been prepared for him and parroted the buzzwords of addiction therapy. Most of what came out of his mouth was a hollow plea to an audience of one, and she is probably the most unmoved of all.

Tiger Woods read a prepared statement before a handpicked audience, leaving as much unanswered as before. Without a golf club in his hands, without a trophy or his trophy wife, he looked like a deer in the headlights or a fish stabbed on a spear. He doesn't know how to do this. He doesn't know how to be a real person caught in a vulnerable position, a failed, flawed human being like everyone else. It was sad, seeing him flounder and grasp, seeing how little understanding he has of how to be a human being.

The Richest Athlete In The World had everything: success, money, adulation, a beautiful wife and family, accomplishment. He had great goals and ultimate achievement. He'd reached the pinnacle in his profession and was poised to go down as the greatest ever in his chosen game. Now he is lost and embarrassed, and exposed as one of the most empty, unfulfilled, hollow, shallow men on the face of the earth, a man without conviction, hope, belief or purpose apart from rolling clutch sixty foot putts better than anyone else in the world.

He gave up everything he had for sordid thrills, for the cheapest floozies he could find, the darkest corners of human existence. His speech was another denial and a deflection. It had no heart at all. No one is moved to sympathy or understanding, and no one, least of all Tiger Woods, has learned a thing.