The NFC Championship game had an ending which you'll only see in a Ben Stiller movie.
Here you are—a person tormented by a bully from the past; you come back to confront him, only to find that he's a shell of a man; you show compassion towards him and he answers back by kicking you in the "nads" and taking your wife. Then in the end, he reminds you once again that you're a loser.
For Donovan McNabb, this seems all too real.
"Sorry to say this, I don't think he's been that good from the get-go. I think what we've had here is a little social concern in the NFL. The media has been very desirous that a black quarterback do well. There is a little hope invested in McNabb, and he got a lot of credit for the performance of this team that he didn't deserve. The defense carried this team."
These were the words of the infamous conservative radio personality Rush Limbaugh— aimed squarely at McNabb.
Rush Limbaugh is making a living marketing to a demographic he feels will never be depleted...racist white Americans.
With over 223 million white Americans in this country, Rush Limbaugh, along with the Ann Coulters and the Michael Savages of the world, can sleep at night knowing that their shows will stay on the air—for it only takes a mere 100,000 contributors to keep your show alive.
So does Rush really care about intentionally offending the black community out of fear that his voice will be silenced? I can answer that as fast as you can sing the lyrics to "Barack the Magic Negro."
Personally, I never thought of Rush Limbaugh as being a racist. No, he's much worse—he's an exploiter of racism—a race-card player. You see, race baiting is a form of playing the race card when you think about it.
So when I tuned in to watch the NFC championship game, I thought it was a game of destiny.
In this corner is Donovan McNabb, a proud African-American QB, poised to make his second trip to the Super Bowl. In the other corner is a politically-broken and battered Rush Limbaugh going through a slow and agonizing death—counting down to the inauguration of America's first black president.
I was sitting there in front of the TV like a Roman emperor vicariously giving the thumbs down signal telling McNabb to finish him (Rush) off.
Then it occurred to me. This is McNabb we're talking about. And as sure as rain, the sh** ran downhill!
The fourth quarter of that game will go down in history as the moments that pretty much define McNabb's career. His last five incompletions were errant passes to wide open receivers—he choked.
I didn't know what to think?
Wait! Yes I did...how could you?
A man walks up to you and tells you to your face that you're not a winning QB because you're black, and you give him all the ammunition he needs to prove that point. And all of this is coming on the eve of his "worst political defeat" ever!
I don't know what to make of McNabb's legacy. All I know is that he had an opportunity to cap-off his worst critic's "Hell Week" in spectacular fashion and he blew it. Now, he has Rush to deal with this morning—reminding everyone as to what kind of loser McNabb really is.
It's moments like this which makes me feel proud to be a Detroit Lions' fan.
Noooo...That's NOT sarcasm—that's a fact.