September 30, 2010
Lebron and the Race Card
So you’d think I’d take Lebron James’ side when he states that race is playing a role in the way the public has turned on him in less than a year. Only I don’t buy it. I don’t completely disregard it, either, but I don’t think it’s the driving force. It was the way he handled everything. It started when he was in high school, and began calling himself “King” James. Then a few years ago, when everyone began to speculate on what Lebron would do, and rather than simply say “no comment” he fanned the flames. Up to how poorly he played his last few games as a Cleveland Cavalier, and continuing with the groveling he forced teams to go through to recruit him. Right up to the awful one hour special that his team thought of. Every one of these actions lead to him becoming one of the most hated athletes in America from one of the most loved.
Had he just left Cleveland, the way Alex Rodriguez left Seattle; sure there would have been a backlash. Much like there was for A-Rod. It would have been a little more personal, because after all, Lebron is from Ohio. It wasn’t just someone leaving, it was a home town kid. And generally, the only time an icon in sports is given a pass, for signing with a new team, is when he signs WITH his hometown team. That’s why Ken Griffey Jr was still loved in Seattle, after he left them for Cincinnati. Barry Bonds was often disliked, but no one was really upset that he went to play for the Giants. A-Rod could have signed with the Mets or the Yankees, and still been the highest paid ever, and most people would have been okay with the move.
So right there, Lebron was volunteering to fight a losing war. But because he had so openly flirted with the Knicks, Nets, Bulls, Clippers and Cavs that so many more fans had a vested interest. For years, Knicks fans were convinced that he would be playing in the Garden. Then he started treating free agency like a season of “The Bachelor.” It all came to head with his one hour special, filmed in New York. He was sending mixed signals. Why would he host a special, if he wasn’t going to say “I’m staying,” unless he wanted to rub every ones noses in his decision? Why would he set this thing up in New York if he wasn’t signing with the Knicks?
Picking Chicago made sense even, as it was so well known how much he loved Michael Jordan. So much, that he has campaigned for Jordan’s #23 to be retired. He even announced last season, that he was changing his number to 6. Only if he was changing teams, he wouldn’t need to submit paperwork to the league offices, as he did. This was another, very public, sign that he was staying.
Lebron made this a public spectacle. So, in turn, his fans made their disapproval his behavior just as public when he signed with the Miami Heat. Some went too far, but let’s remember, fan is short for fanatic. And picking Miami, well that was just another middle finger to basketball fans. Never before had a player in the middle of the prime of his career, joined forces with his buddies. It insulted the competitive nature of sports.
Had he played his cards close to his chest, then left, he would have only broken the hearts of Cleveland fans. Who just so happen to be the most broken hearted group of fans in the country. They would have called him a traitor and cursed him for leaving home. But he insulted fans from New York, Chicago and Los Angeles too. That’s a lot of people, a lot of passionate fans, to piss off. They weren’t pissed because he was black, they were pissed because they believed he was coming to save them. He worked hard to cultivate his image. One of a loyal guy, who surrounded himself with his high school buddies. He chased greatness and accepted the Jordan comparisons with open arms. He smiled and joked around with everyone, and made so many fans fall in love with him. And he did this at a time where sports fans were growing tired of antics. Tired of the Favre watch, or rape charges, DUI’s, and the TO’s. Lebron looked to be the good guy. But he chose to piss all over that.
Lebron now says that race has played a role in the backlash, I honestly feel that race hasn’t played a smaller role in a situation at any point in our history.
September 10, 2010
Really, Never Forget.
August 28, 2010
Game on Beck-heim
August 24, 2010
Switch
August 19, 2010
Hirp'd Off
July 12, 2010
Shady’s Back
Guess whose back, back again. Hirp is back, tell a friend. I'd like to start off by thanking Senator Orrin Hatch for pushing just the right moment to make me write again. See, since being laid off I decided against blogging. I was afraid to write about how much being unemployed sucked, would only make being unemployed suck even more. It's stressful enough, and this is one thing I have total control of. Then tonight the better half and I were watching the "Rachel Maddow Show" and she showed a clip of your statement that chased me back to the keyboard.
You've gone on the record, saying you believe those receiving unemployment benefits should be drug tested. Okay, that's bullshit, but I'll respond to that in a minute. Then you took it a step further, and for one of your reasons for blocking an extension of benefits you said this, "will just buy drugs with it anyway."
Well that got my attention, and after some ridiculous Facebook updates, I decided I had more to say. Since you haven't been in my shoes, the last 7 months, where I've sent out hundreds upon hundreds of resumes. Which has resulted in no less than 5 interviews and just a handful more call backs. And every time I'm online looking for a job, I see a few dozen iPhone ads, which just serve as a reminder to why I'm unemployed. Because the former Executive Douche where I worked, passed on the iPhone, cost the company billions and when he was shown the exit door, he had a nice $55 million check to cushion his fall. Hell, I should be doing drugs at this point.
Only I never have. I haven't even smoked a cigarette in my life, let alone a joint or a line of coke. But because I was unlucky enough to be laid off in a shitty economy, you just assume I'm using that money to buy drugs. You must be talking about bills, cause they sure keep getting higher, not me. So you want me drug tested, fine, let's do it. Not because I'm unemployed, but because I cash checks that the government signs. Based on that logic, I'm good to go. But you and your staffers better be being in a cup too. Till then, shut the hell up.
I'm not asking you to shut up because you're a complete jackass, I can only think that helps make the Democrats look better. I'm asking you to shut up, because what if just one potential employer hears you're wild accusation, and believes it. Now, not only am I competeing with thousands of others who were just laid off, but its assumed that I'm a drug addict too. Because I really need that.
Which reminds me of this gem from Good Will Hunting:
"Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin', 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president."
Orrin Hatch, you're the shrapnel in my ass.