Last night, Donald Trump announced that he’s gonna jazz up the Republican National Convention this year.
He’s gonna have “a “winner’s evening” of sports celebrities and champions addressing the convention rather than politicians.” Because that’s how you win thee women’s vote, I suspect.
After regaling the crowd with the long story of how he successfully courted the endorsement of Bobby Knight, the former Indiana University basketball coach, Mr. Trump rattled off a list of other names of sports figures who he said have supported him. According to the candidate, he also has the support of the star quarterbacks Tom Brady and Ben Roethlisberger; Brian France, the chief executive of Nascar; and Dana White, the president of Ultimate Fighting Championship.
Hey, I hear that Clint Eastwood and an empty chair are available, too.
I cannot tell you the number of times I have thought to myself, “That’s what we need, a winner in the White House. We need to quit electing losers. How do we expect to run this county if we keep electing people who have never won anything?” But then I sobered-up. Obviously, Trump hasn’t.
Think how often you leave the really important decisions in your life to recommendations of sport’s stars. Investments, health care, whether or not to bomb somebody – you know, things sport’s stars know about.
I notice that all the guys he mentions have a few things in common. You know, like old, like white, like men.
That’s cool.