That's one way to look at it, the other is that we - as football supporters - do little better than bogart in on other peoples' tragedy.
You know the kind of people I'm talking about, "I'm a *insert team* supporter here, but really hope that Leigh Griffiths conquers his personal demons". Well, maybe you do pal - but in all honesty, there'll be a lot out there who don't really give a f**k - but like the sound of themselves saying these kind of things. And in any case, there's a need to boil everything down to our tribal rivalries that negates that kind of humanity in the first instance.
It's a trend that one can observe more often when someone dies, or is diagnosed with some terrible disease that it "really puts football into perspective" - as was once memorably put on here, a perspective that is immediately lost as soon as your team is denied a throw in.
I don't mean to demean the struggles of anyone who's going through a rough patch, but I'd feel a lot better about it if we didn't belong to a body, as football supporters, who feel the divine right to say the most horrific of things to one another on a weekly basis - it would make all the faux compassion seem a bit more vrai. As has been said previously, this story has - perplexingly - proven a jumping off point for finger pointing on the subject of an unsatisfactory level of assumed shame for historic child abuse cases. We had a discussion a few weeks ago where the main point was to try and stop people from going out of their way to abuse injured soldiers.
It annoys me that Leigh Griffiths gambling problem will probably now become a sacred cow, and in a few hours time we'll all just go back to being absolute c***s to one another.