I am back in my hometown again this week, which means that I couldn't help but listen to the Rush Limbaugh Show again yesterday as I drove down the highway from Atlanta to South Carolina. As I was listening to Limbaugh pontificate I remembered a guy I went to high school with named Micheal something or other who had red hair and was arguably the most obnoxious and aggravating person in the entire school.
My classmate was bombastic and ridiculous and took every opportunity he could to "get back" at the teacher if they admonished him for acting like an ass. Now they call it "ADD", but back then, he was just a loud mouthed, ill mannered, short attention spanned bully who was always biting his fingernails or fidgeting or ssomething, as if he was just a bundle of raw nerves.
Maybe he's a talk radio star now like Limbaugh.
Limbaugh wailed and huffed yesterday like Fred Flintstone did when the Water Buffalo Lodge refused to let him in. The irony is, he is probably more like some of the owners (except John Irsay, and maybe the Rooney's) than we want to admit - except they are smart enough not to pollute the airwaves with that old "cracker-assed cracker" race baiting garbage Limbaugh equates with "ballsiness" or some other ridiculous measure he fantasizes is the embodiment of white male manly prerogative.
For a guy like Limbaugh to want to own a piece of a team in a league where at least 70% of the players on every team are black speaks to the power of the profits and the prestige that the NFL generates. I don't have a problem with him owning a piece of a pro team, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit to reveling a lot in the comeuppance he got yesterday from other rich white men.
Or as I call people like them on this blog, "white people with good sense."
Limbaugh is right, though, when he says that it is wrong that rappers own pieces of teams and he can't - for once, he equates himself with someone who is actually at his level of importance to society.
They're out there on stage rolling up "stanky" and talking nonsense, and he's on the radio, crushing up Oxycontin and talking nonsense.