The Trans Issue and Dodger Hate

I'm bradley and it's my job to keep you from being the sucker at the table.

I am not a political animal. In most cases, I ignore the day to day workings of the tax-fattened hyenas in the swamp. However, I have run out of patience on this whole trans thing, especially when the solution is so simple.

Wanna know what to do? End all categories.

Period.

No more men's and women's track. No more men's and women's swimming. No more division of categories by sex. Wanna play? Just make every event an open event. Track and field? Open to all. Swimming...? Open to all. All the way down the line.

So how does that resolve things? 

Simple. Have three categories in every event - men's, women's, trans. You run a 100 meter dash? You all compete together - then, have a male winner, female winner and trans winner. You can have runner ups in each category as well. In other words, everyone competes against everyone else - but you only medal in the category you are in. 400 meter freestyle swim? Three categories. Now no one has to boo-hoo-hoo about not being able to compete and no one gets aced out.

Because this isn't a fairness issue, it's not an equality issue. Sports is competition - you compete to be the best.

If it were about fairness, then fat, slow, out of shape and out of luck 30 plus years old's would have to be allowed a spot on their favorite professional baseball team. Because if it's about FAIRNESS instead of skill,  that's where you are. 

Of course, this is why the heavens knew better - so they invented things like slow pitch softball - the perfect setting for those 30 plus wanna be's so they can compete with people in their own group. However - you insist on competing at the highest level? Then let's truly make it about fairness - compete against everyone and then, medal in your specific category. That way, it's fair.

Now let's see how many tranny's show up, ready to collect medals in a female category when they're just playing girl. Let's see if they really mean it. 

I know. Simple. Common sense. Easy. That's bradley. And in case you were wondering, I am available for all complex issues. My rates are expensive but hey - success doesn't come cheap.

OK, what else do I want to talk about today?

Don't get suckered into this whole 'Dodgers are ruining baseball' bullshine. I've already covered this in a previous blog but hey - let's just review, shall we? 

How are they ruining baseball? Let's explore.

First of all, every time ESPN or whatever national network puts them on the tube, they draw eyeballs like crazy. That benefits everyone. Ratings are up, money flows in, owners and players clap hands and show their happy faces.

Secondly, in sports, it's always great to have a villain. Wrestling learned this many moon ago and it took the major sports a while to catch on. But they finally got it. Al Davis and his OAKLAND (as they shall always be known by THIS ink-stained wretch) Raiders were an AMAZING villain to root against. Dallas was a great villain, the Yankees were a great villain - I could go on and on. But I won't. Point made. It brings passion to games, it creates rivalry and occasionally a bloody nose or two but hey - it's also so satisfying to beat the bad guys. Rooting against the villain makes every game just a little edgier.

Thirdly, every other team has a chance to grab the same players the Dodgers grab. It's not money - they all have the resources. It's about playing for this years trophy. Because many of those the Dodgers sign,  do not turn short term gain into long term Dodger contracts. It's all about right now with them. Steinbrenner mentality. 

Lastly, the Dodgers know how to pick 'em. Mets and Yankees? Bad decisions. Others? Forget it -they love their bottom line more than they love hoisting a championship banner. 

So stop Dodger hating because they want to be champions. Hate them for your own personal reasons. Me? I'll never forgive them for leaving Brooklyn and breaking my dad's heart. Look it up, young un's.

I'm bradley and it's my job to keep you from being the sucker at the table.