If the sincerity of the Tiger Woods show was reflective of his own personal stance, then his promise to reform probably lasted as long as it took him to bump into the rather nice blond production girl lurking just behind the mysterious blue curtain through which he exited.
Unless of course it was Woods himself who was lurking behind the curtain, waiting calls for an encore, accompanied by some mad cheering, stamping and screams of "we love you Tiger"
If indeed it was Tiger? Or perhaps Will Smith, reprising his role as Bagger Vance?
Woods 14 minutes can be summed up as follows:
"Sorry I got caught. Leave me alone. I am the real victim here. I'm not coming back unless you promise to leave me alone. Oh, and by the way, to those rats at Accenture, and the humble mortals pros who dared criticise me, sod you"
Most interesting, perhaps, was the body language of the Nike rep, who was distinctly cold on him. Of note, too, was the absence of self proclaimed best friend and brutish minder Steve Williams, who carries Tiger's bag, although not his baggage.
Like America, Woods finds it hard to believe there are those who do not actually like him. His absolute lack of humility, his extraordinary absence of genuine regret, his unmitigated arrogance in the way he has chosen to reintroduce himself to the world is breathtaking. Whoever directed that sorry little show deserves an Oscar. Best scriptwriter, though, will be going elsewhere.
He would do well to observe PT Barnum's famous maxim that you cannot fool all of the people all of the time - right now he thinks he may still be doing so - a sad state of affairs indeed.
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