You want to know if I think O.J. did it, if I believe Barry Bonds
cheated, if I'll stick up for T.O., if I love the WNBA, if I'll defend
Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton, if I hate white people, if I hate black
people, and if I think the Duke lacrosse players actually raped the
black exotic dancer/college student/single mother.
You want to know what kind of black person am I? Am I one of those?
Yes, I discuss race openly, honestly and, hopefully,
intelligently. Do I play the race card? Depends on what else is on the
card table. The sports world provides a great platform for racial
discussions. It's also one of the few places in society where, 99
percent of the time, performance trumps race. Most times, but not
always.
But
wait, let me to go off on a tangent for a minute, but it will relate.
Last week, Ray Lewis caught hell for saying the Tennessee Titans never
would have treated Brett Favre or Peyton Manning with the lack of
regard they showed for Steve McNair.
Lewis' statement pretty much nails how a lot of
African-Americans think. I don't care if you're a postal worker, a
florist or a sports columnist, black people all play the
would-this-happen-to-a-white-guy game.
Now, the Titans didn't treat McNair coldly because he was
black. No, they just didn't think twice about how they treated McNair
because he was black. Black athletes, if anything, are expendable.
And yes, there's plenty of other good stuff that isn't race related. (One example, when Hill cites groups she hates in sports:
"Athletes who thank Jesus in the camera and bed groupies off camera.") Take a look.
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