I hope Manti Te'o is a liar. I hope he's a con artist. I hope he's more full of **** than a ********* rat.
I hope that when he finally does address whatever was going on with his fictitious lost love, he tells us that he has been in on it all from the start. That he did it to get on the cover of Sports Illustrated. That he did it to manufacture buzz around a Heisman Trophy campaign. That he did it to enhance his Q-Rating and juice his NFL draft stock.
And I sure as hell hope he's not sorry.
I'll get the ball rolling, Manti. Here's my admission: I find the idea of Fabulist Manti Te'o far more intriguing than the heartbroken warrior you were made out to be.
Why are we – not just college football fans, but everyone who has turned on the TV or fired up the computer since Wednesday afternoon – so enthralled by this story? Part of the fascination has to lie in trying to pick holes in the story and figure out if Notre Dame's star linebacker...