What your view of sports and life would be if you had too many concussions
This isn’t going to be a long rant. As we speak, social media is going crazy over the fact President Trump just dis-invited the NBA Champion Golden State Warriors from the traditional victor’s visit to the White House.
I don’t agree politically with Trump on a lot of issues, but one of the reasons I voted for him is he pisses off the two groups of people I’ve thought for a quarter-century are most responsible for the hyper-polarization of this country: religious hypocrites and cry-baby liberals. That’s why I am on record as having said six months before the election that Trump was going to win; the socio-economic middle of this country decided they were done letting those two groups take turns prison-raping them. That’s how Donald Trump…a guy who was pumping money into Democrats up until about 20 minutes before he decided to run for President…hi-jacked a political party and won the White House.
One of the reasons why he is popular (don’t be that guy who tries to write me a comment about how he isn’t…he may not be in your insular world, but believe me, this guy is winning converts across the demographic in the country who pays the bills) is he doesn’t handles things like a gutless politician who worries more about public perception than anything else. Like him or not, there’s no denying that President Trump says what he thinks and cares very little about the “optics.”
Not only do I understand this mind-set completely, I think it really is the only way to go. That’s because throughout my half-century on earth, I’ve learned that like Trump, I’m a polarizing guy. Take the people who know me, ask their opinion of me, and you won’t get a lot of non-committal, lukewarm nothingness. You are going to get one of two answers:
Much of that stems from the fact that like Trump, I tend to speak my mind and not give a shit what people think. I firmly believe that if you don’t like me, that’s not a “me” problem.” That’s 100% a “you” problem. It’s easy for me to think that because of the people who actually know me, I know Answer #1 far outstrips Answer #2. Don’t tell me you can’t tell who doesn’t like you and who doesn’t. I’m no different.
This is the part where you’re asking yourself what the hell this has to do with President Trump and the Golden State Warriors. My wife has three siblings, all of whom are very solidly in the “Answer #2” camp. Since the rules of polite mid-westerners are in force at all times, they done’t have the seeds to say ti to my face, but it’s painfully obvious at “family” events that I’m about as welcome as stubbed toes and paper cuts combined. After a few years of nobody speaking to me, I finally said “fuck this, I’m done wasting my time on people who don’t want anything to do with me.”
The roles are reversed, but the actions are the same. Trump and I both said “There’s no need to put on some ‘dog and pony show.’ If you don’t want anything to do with me, don’t come to my house.” They share a common root problem.
I told a group of people who clearly didn’t want anything to do with me that they didn’t have to deal with me anymore, and they got even more pissed. Then, a bunch of basketball players who made it point to let you know how much they don’t like Trump and were making noise over not going to the White House got pissed off that Trump said “if you don’t want to be here, don’t come?”
Because like I did with the in-laws, Trump took the decision away. See, when polite mid-westerners make it clear they don’t like you, you’re supposed to do whatever it takes to curry their favor again. What I did was the worst thing possible; I essentially told them “if you don’t like me, I don’t give a fuck.” That’s exactly what Trump did to the Warriors. What Steph Curry and his ilk were trying to do was get Trump to “make nice” to get them to come to Thanksgiving. Instead, what Trump said was “If you want to be a pain in the ass, go have your Thanksgiving dinner at Denny’s.”
Not only that, I’ll bet I can tell you the real reason why the Warriors and those supporting them in this non-sense are angry about this. Ever since the election, there has a been a class of people who have done nothing but make it a point to let you know at every opportunity how much they don’t like Trump. Well, he just yanked the rug out from under Curry, because now the whole “I’m not going to the White House” just became a non-starter. The decision isn’t his anymore, and if he complains about it, he’s going to look like the biggest pussy this side of Art Garfunkel.
Don’t sweat it, Steph…your Thanksgiving may have just gone up in smoke, but come the next holiday, you can always hang out with me at the Chinese place in “A Christmas Story.”
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Nicely done, sir.
A) I’ll have my counterpoint up shortly.
B) Your mother-in-law must have one helluva jumper.