Go Black People! (Well, Black Coaches)

George Bush doesn't care about black coaches.

 

Let's ask ourselves this while stumbling all over this:

Would we consider a Super Bowl with two outstanding white running backs worth talking about?

 

Let's pretend we're smart when we are anything but.

 

There are coaches ... and there are black coaches.
Just like there's basketball ... and there's women's basketball.

 

Oh. My. God.

 

Better still, let's pretend that we're hard-nose, bold, no-limits media people who work without preset political biases.

 

Whatever that implies.

My exhales aren't as hot as yours.

 

Yawn, your exhales are pretty damn hot. And more and more, they smell like the paper plant in Spring Grove, Pa.

 

I think I heard this fight on the playground in third grade.

 

And I in no way want to minimize the importance of the upcoming moment.
It's just a societal nuance that I'm pointing out.
The "women's" thing really bothers me the most.

 

What?

 

I was thinking they smell more like Terre Haute, Ind., before it rains, when all the paper mills and factories release additional pollution because the meters don't measure it right because of the rain.