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You know it never ceases to amaze me. You get these so called “journalists” who have for years been urinating on what good journalism used to be, they’re up on TV pushing their own personal opinions ranging from politics, to sports, to everything under the sun. Spin doctors. With a scripted agenda and an ego as big, if not bigger than the athletes themselves.
Gone are the days when real reporting consisted of giving people the scoop, and that scoop might not have always consisted of the facts, but it was a scoop that left it wide open for the general public to make their own minds up. I didn’t need Stephen A. Smith and Max Kellerman giving me their horse shit views. I mean, you got a guy sitting on the right who has been feeding you his own personal bullshit on the decline of Tom Brady’s career for the past 3-4 years.
So tell me how credible he is. The so called “experts”. The pundits. You got guys like Skip Bayless who just signed a 32 million dollar contract with Fox to pretend he knows what the fuck he’s talking about, then you turn on the TV and he’s telling you exactly how a UFC fighter with zero professional fights in the boxing ring is gonna defeat arguably the greatest pure boxer that ever lived.
These are the voices of American sports. Never afraid to give you their opinions on anything. Well, up until it’s time to address the #ChooChooMovement
... ERRRRRRR!!!!
The #MeToo movement.
Then they all sit there, like the fuckin’ weak little puppets that they are, in fear of rocking the boat. I mean, they’ll spend years pushing baseless assumptions to destroy the character of guys like Kyrie Irving and Kevin Durant. They’ll crush players like Rickey Henderson for nursing his own hamstring injury. Destroy Ricky Williams’ character for turning on football and smoking a plant that he finds beneficial for an obvious social anxiety disorder. They’ll write bullshit articles about Randy Moss, Marshawn Lynch, and tell you how Jason Williams “doesn’t care” about winning because he said he looks forward to hanging out with his kids after getting bounced in the NBA Playoffs.
But when a woman accuses a guy like Deshaun Watson of sexual misconduct, a guy who by the way has shown himself to be one of the best character guys in the NFL, GONE is the very idea of innocent until proven guilty. Now all of a sudden these loud mouths aren’t so loud anymore. Not when Walt Disney is breathing down their necks. Now we’re gonna be sensitive towards the accuser. Because Molly there in the middle might get her little feelings hurt if we entertain the possibility that some scandalous Robin Givens shit might be going on.
Let’s steer away from said accusers (plural) being represented by a lawyer who lives right next door to the team owner, an owner whose father once referred to his players as “inmates running the asylum”, drawing the ire of the best wide receiver in the NFL, then promptly trading said wide receiver to the Arizona Cardinals for a low level running back and a Nike ball bag. Leaving Deshaun Watson on an island, with nothing but a useless roster that can’t protect him and nobody to throw the ball to.
So what does Watson do? Respectfully asks to be traded. Team refuses. Player becomes disgruntled. And straight out of the rich white owners handbook, player mysteriously gets his name ran through the mud. No police reports. No arrests. Just some reeeeeal interesting timing is all.
Gone are the days when real reporting consisted of giving people the scoop, and that scoop might not have always consisted of the facts, but it was a scoop that left it wide open for the general public to make their own minds up. I didn’t need Stephen A. Smith and Max Kellerman giving me their horse shit views. I mean, you got a guy sitting on the right who has been feeding you his own personal bullshit on the decline of Tom Brady’s career for the past 3-4 years.
So tell me how credible he is. The so called “experts”. The pundits. You got guys like Skip Bayless who just signed a 32 million dollar contract with Fox to pretend he knows what the fuck he’s talking about, then you turn on the TV and he’s telling you exactly how a UFC fighter with zero professional fights in the boxing ring is gonna defeat arguably the greatest pure boxer that ever lived.
These are the voices of American sports. Never afraid to give you their opinions on anything. Well, up until it’s time to address the #ChooChooMovement
The #MeToo movement.
Then they all sit there, like the fuckin’ weak little puppets that they are, in fear of rocking the boat. I mean, they’ll spend years pushing baseless assumptions to destroy the character of guys like Kyrie Irving and Kevin Durant. They’ll crush players like Rickey Henderson for nursing his own hamstring injury. Destroy Ricky Williams’ character for turning on football and smoking a plant that he finds beneficial for an obvious social anxiety disorder. They’ll write bullshit articles about Randy Moss, Marshawn Lynch, and tell you how Jason Williams “doesn’t care” about winning because he said he looks forward to hanging out with his kids after getting bounced in the NBA Playoffs.
But when a woman accuses a guy like Deshaun Watson of sexual misconduct, a guy who by the way has shown himself to be one of the best character guys in the NFL, GONE is the very idea of innocent until proven guilty. Now all of a sudden these loud mouths aren’t so loud anymore. Not when Walt Disney is breathing down their necks. Now we’re gonna be sensitive towards the accuser. Because Molly there in the middle might get her little feelings hurt if we entertain the possibility that some scandalous Robin Givens shit might be going on.
Let’s steer away from said accusers (plural) being represented by a lawyer who lives right next door to the team owner, an owner whose father once referred to his players as “inmates running the asylum”, drawing the ire of the best wide receiver in the NFL, then promptly trading said wide receiver to the Arizona Cardinals for a low level running back and a Nike ball bag. Leaving Deshaun Watson on an island, with nothing but a useless roster that can’t protect him and nobody to throw the ball to.
So what does Watson do? Respectfully asks to be traded. Team refuses. Player becomes disgruntled. And straight out of the rich white owners handbook, player mysteriously gets his name ran through the mud. No police reports. No arrests. Just some reeeeeal interesting timing is all.
