What was so wonderfully perverse about the constant talk of family values “winning” out at the Masters — wholesome wife-hugging Phil Mickelson defeating sexting Tiger Woods — was that it allowed every hagiographic sportswriter to set themselves up to fall into the same trap they’re still trying to pull themselves out of. Turning Mickelson’s conveniently “perfect” personal life into a story line is precisely what got them into trouble with Tiger Woods in the first place. No one said this better than Tommy Craggs at Deadspin yesterday: “We’d all love for Mickelson to be the good man, the right man. We’d all love for him to be both Bobby Jones and St. Francis of Assisi. But I’m not sure Reilly or Lupica or Mariotti or Thomas Boswell possesses any more special insight into Mickelson and the quality of his domestic life than any of them did into Tiger Woods and the contents of his Blackberry, and I’m not sure they’re doing anything here except swapping one unicorn for another and setting themselves up to look like suckers all over again.” Yes. XX Factor and Jason Whitlock are on this as well.