Here, while we lamented John Blake’s colossal coaching failure, we never lost belief in the man. Then we watched him bring scandal to North Carolina’s football program while indebted to an NFL player agent.
We believed in salt-of-the-earth Kelvin Samspon, who carried a chip on his shoulder so big, it excused him, in his mind anyway, of a few nitpicky NCAA rules.
Just here lately, on an infinitesimally smaller scale, we have listened to Bob Stoops try spinning his team’s fortunes in ways that don’t always stand up to almost 90,000 Saturday eye-witness accounts. Perhaps every coach does it, but it does none of them any favors.
Armstrong, for reasons that are mostly about Armstrong and not the fawning public he lied to, is at least getting to confession sooner rather than later.
T’eo will be best served by telling us how he created a monster he couldn’t get out of the way of, or by explaining exactly how a tough guy like him fell hard for somebody he never met.
It better be believable.
Because the most underrated virtue, a close neighbor to the truth, is authenticity. Folks will forgive almost anything, just as long as you are who you say you are.
The truth may not set you free, but it’s hard to run away from yourself.
Best not to try.
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