Clemson is My National Champion, And Trump is Our President
January 9, 2007, I woke up, and the Florida Gators were the national champions.
January 13, 2015, I woke up, and The Ohio State Buckeyes were the national champions.
January 1, 2017, I woke up, and Clemson had defeated Ohio State in the Playoff Semifinal 31-0 before going on to win the National Championship over Alabama on January 9, 2017.
January 20, 2017, I woke up, and Donald Trump was our President of the United States.
Anyone that knows me as an Ohio State fan knows that I do not take losing well. And I over-exaggerate wins, like any fan of any sports team does. But in the above scenarios in which my team failed to win, I was mad, salty, bitter, angry, and I did not want the next morning to come, but despite my wishes, I woke up, and the above facts were that – facts.
Regardless of the team that you are a fan of or the political candidate you sided with on election day, there is and was always going to be a winner and a loser. That is the very nature of a competition. There was once a time when sportsmanship meant something, losing with grace and dignity, likewise winning with grace, dignity, and humility.
If you are a parent, or a kid, or somewhere in between – what does a child do at the toy store when he or she does not get the toy that they deemed to be the apple of their eye? Cry, kick, scream, and punch until they get that apple. The parent either gives in to the child’s demands, or the parent puts their foot down and does not give into their child’s demand. This is more commonly known by Adult Real World USA as a temper tantrum.
From what I have seen from what are being referred to as “protests” throughout the nation’s capital the few days have been nothing short of simply being temper tantrums.
A simple Google search defines protest as: “a statement or action expressing disapproval of or objection to something.” Nowhere in that definition does it say that a protest reverses the outcome that occurred. “Protest” until you are blue in the face, Democrats, but your temper tantrums will not change the outcome.
Take it from someone who has been there on the losing end of the spectrum, my temper tantrum in ’07 did not change the fact that my Buckeyes lost, and lost badly. No matter how much I cried and screamed at my television, no one could hear me, and frankly no one cared. My fussing wasn’t going to change the score.
But guess what – the coach that kicked Ohio State’s ass in that game, Urban Meyer, is now the head coach at Ohio State, and he has made Ohio State fans pretty damn proud since being hired. He has won a national championship, lost a handful of games in five years of coaching, nor has he lost to our bitter rival,
Therefore – losers – whoever and wherever you are out there in this world – Democrats, Buckeye fans, Packer fans, Browns fans, Hillary Clinton, Satan, Jim Harbaugh,
Michigan fans who thought that JT Barrett was short – do us all a favor, and act like an adult. Don’t tweet stupid things like #notmypresident or #notmysuperbowl. That would be like me tweeting about Clemson – #notmynationalchampion.
Jim Harbaugh complaining post-game about the JT Barrett spot didn’t change the outcome, did it? It did however earn Harbaugh a lovely $10,000 fine for criticizing the officials.
Answer: No, Jim, nobody.
But don’t get me wrong, as mad as I am that two of Clemson’s players committed sexual assault on live television and later claimed to enjoy such activities in their locker room, Clemson is, despite my wishes, my national champion.
Suck it up, your candidate lost, and Donald Trump won. That does not give you the right or privilege to smash windows, attack conservatives physically or on social media. I couldn’t care less about your age, but if this tirade describes you, then you are nothing more than a child.
Clemson is my National Champion.
Atlanta versus New England is my Super Bowl.
Donald Trump is your president.
Wake up, suck it up, move on, and don’t be a Jim Harbaugh.