Sunday, September 24, 2017

Dear Mr. Trump

Dear Mr. Trump,

You've really gotten yourself into a pickle, haven't you?

Setting aside the very real consequences of hurling childish insults at North Korea, you've managed to tick off both the NFL and the NBA in the same week.  For patriotic reasons, you say, though even a casual investigation of your life will indicate that your "patriotism" is a relatively recent development.  (Those bone spurs can be a real bitch, no?)

You even went so far as to call an athlete a "son of a bitch" in public, on TV, in front of a cheering (and badly-dressed) crowd.  Not a good move for a pudgy old orange dude, but that's why you pay your bodyguards, I suppose.

You're calling for players to be fired, and a fan boycott.  Good luck with that.  I'm pretty sure that the majority of people who actually take you seriously are just going to ignore you on this.

The response from the sports world has been heartening:  Steph Curry, LeBron James, Kobe Bryant, Bruce Maxwell, Robert Kraft (count me as a born-again Patriots fan), Shad Khan, Roger Goodell, amongst others have basically told you to fuck off.  

Today is Sunday.  It's almost kick-off time.  This might be a defining moment for you.

I hope so.

Can Colin Kaepernick have a job now?

Go Bears,

Underemployed





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