It’s always tough to admit you’re wrong. Especially when you’re way wrong. As in, how-could-I-have-been-the-world’s biggest-ignoramus wrong.
So until the NCAA completely clears Auburn football of any and all wrongdoing where Cam Newton’s concerned, a lot of us media types probably still will cling stubbornly to the notion that the Tigers’ national championship is a fraud.
But with each passing day, with each fresh glimpse of Newton in the crosshairs of the nation’s cameras, something feels less and less right about branding as cheats both the Heisman Trophy winner and the school he just led to the promised land for the first time in 53 years.
Newton’s glistening smile, twinkling eyes and desire to praise the Lord in almost every sentence slowly wear down your objections and concerns. Maybe that’s the plan, a cynic might say.
But if anything, it feels more like the adoring son who has perhaps put too much faith in his preacher papa and now must deny to the world that he ever knew about his dad’s foolish plan to sell the son’s football talents to the highest bidder.