When I’m on the golf course with my friends, the brand of golf we play is entertaining in a way that the PGA could never be. We have a trash-talking, risk-taking, street-gambling, profanity-laced good time. Our best shots are catalogued to be exaggerated and recounted, our clothes, hats and golf accoutrement are lovingly cared for and on display every chance we get.
Comedian/satirist Bill Mahar is in the news for using the “N” word. Those familiar with Bill, know he has no filter between his mind and his mouth and has a predilection for black girls, so not unlike massa in 1869. His belief that he has no malice in his heart covers the indiscretion. Harmless, right? Bot a big deal…what’s all the fuss?
In the WWE, villains are manufactured for ratings. After all, how can there be a hero if there isn’t a villain. In the construct of the WWE and many other great works of fiction, the powerful villain sets the stage for the heroics we demand from our entertainment. So it can’t come as a surprise that even in our legitimate sports, just as we love the hero, we love to love the villain.