Hey, out there in undecided land, if you need a reason to vote for Hillary Clinton for President of the United States of America, consider the following list of professional athletes and coaches who are supporting Donald Trump:
Mike Tyson ---Latrell Sprewell...Richie Incognito... Bobby Knight ... John Daly... Denis Rodman...Terrell Owens. Holy Anger Management! Imagine these guys in the Trump cabinet. How long would it be before we're in a war with Iran? Come to think of it, maybe the Clinton government (she's the winner) could package these guys and send them to Iraq to fight ISIS. I'd actually feel sorry for ISIS.
Other pro athletes supporting Trump worth mentioning are:
Nick Mangold. . . Mike Ditka. . . Luo Holtz. . . John Rocker. . . Eric Wood. . . Derik Woolf. ... Paul O'Neill. All whites. Are we surprised?
Actually, looking at this list, I'm not surprised one bit. I am, however, astonished, astounded and shocked by the number of NFL African-Americans, who were quoted in a recent article in the Sacramento Bee, that they are still undecided, citing worry over economics and their taxes going up, sounding like a bunch of privileged uber-wealthy Republicans. Holy Memory Loss. Do they really believe Trump gives a sh_t about people of color? This Presidential race is about a whole lot more than your paltry millions.
Here's another poem I published it a few years back and worth repeating.
Ulysses by Claude Clayton Smith
There is yet some elastic
in this tired old jock,
enough to toss the ball
around and teach my son
Telemachus the subtle art
of looking left - while
thinking right. To catch
the opposition napping,
to cross them up and leave
them guessing. Elastic
yet to flip the pages of
faded clippings and narrate
tales that live as legends:
the hours of practice
the hard-fought game
the occasional moments
of glory.
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