Sergio didn’t make a racist Tiger jab. Oh no, he did. Ugh.
By Stephanie Wei under Feuds
WTF Sergio??

WTF Sergio??

Oh boy, the Sergio Garcia vs. Tiger Woods spat continued on Tuesday night, but this time Sergio really stuck his foot in his mouth. He went out of bounds. Not good. He pulled a Fuzzy Zoeller, except worse because he should’ve learned from Fuzzy that you don’t go there. Never. Ever.

From The Guardian:

The Spaniard was on stage at the European Tour’s gala players’ awards dinner, where he was questioned by the Golf Channel’s Steve Sands. García, who has been embroiled in verbal battles with Woods since the Players Championship at Sawgrass this month, was asked in jest if he would have the American round for dinner one night during the upcoming US Open. “We will have him round every night,” García said. “We will serve fried chicken.”

Not to make any excuses for Sergio, but I’m sure he didn’t mean it like it sounded. And I’m sure there was alcohol involved.

Clearly, this was bad. Not just bad or in poor taste, but beyond that, and Sergio, you’re better than that. I’ve been defending Sergio and I’ve appreciated his honesty, but there’s a fine line, and when yeah, I…have…no…words. /cringing

The expected apology:

García left last night before he could be asked to clarify his remarks, but later issued a statment through the European Tour, saying: “I apologise for any offence that may have been caused by my comment on stage during The European Tour Players’ Awards dinner. I answered a question that was clearly made towards me as a joke with a silly remark, but in no way was the comment meant in a racist manner.”

I want to give him the benefit of the doubt, but Sergio, no! Just NO! Triple-bogey.

[Update: By the way, I just took a second to really think about it and realized that I’d never make that kind of joke in jest under any circumstance. And I’m not the most PC person, but I can’t picture under any situation — including private with close friends — where those words Sergio uttered would come out of my mouth. So, ugh. It’s disappointing.]