I have no idea how to react to Ron Artest’s blog post on his website ARTESTicle, offering support to Tiger Woods. (Note: I did not make the site’s name up, check it out. Also, his tagline for the site is “The man has balls.” In other news, I’m thinking of shutting down Celtics Town and creating “King-ky.com”. Doesn’t it have a nice ring to it?)
In classic Artest fashion, he sounds at once incredibly deep and thoughtful, yet partially insane. Here are his opening few sentences of a letter he writes to Tiger and Tiger’s fans:
In reading the statements you have made, I can tell you are a stand up guy. Please remember only Jesus is perfect. You made a mistake and you admitted your infidelity.
I have made the same mistakes. Before I got married to my wife, I had a baby with another young lady, after I already had two by my girlfriend who is now my wife. We also had another baby which makes three for us and four for me. Two boys and two girls.My wife is a much better wife than I am a husband. We still argue and disagree after being together 16 years. and I still cope with the fact that there are so many women out there and I choose to stay loyal to my wife.
Still, everybody does make mistakes. It’s possible Tiger didn’t realize how much it would hurt his wife Elin if she found out, and it’s possible he thought he’d never get caught. It’s possible he never knew just how much he loved her until he saw firsthand how it felt to hurt her, to truly hurt her. It’s probable that, aside from the death of his father, Tiger Woods has never felt more pain than he felt the day he looked into Elin’s eyes and understood just how much he had let her down.
“For the world is like an olive press, and men are constantly under pressure. If you are the dregs of oil, you are carried away by the sewer, but if you are the true oil you remain in the vessel. But to be under pressure is inescapable. Observe the dregs, observe the oil, and choose; for pressure takes place through all the world: war, siege, famine, the worries of state. We all know people who crumble under pressure and complain,… for they are cowards. They lack splendor. But there is another sort of man who welcomes splendor. He is under the same pressure, but does not complain. For it is the friction which polishes him. It is the pressure which refines him and makes him noble.”