Kramer broke my heart.
Actor Michael Richards’ racist tirade on stage in Los Angeles this past weekend was…I don’t know. I don’t have a word. Watch it here, but be warned, it’s…again, I don’t have a word. It’s just bad.
Basically, Richards’ career is done (at least, for him, it wasn’t exactly flourishing). Nobody should ever give him a gig.
I didn’t even think to relate this in a sports context until my drive home Monday night when Jason Smith talked about it on ESPN Radio. What if a white athlete went off on camera in the same exact fashion because he was mad at a black opponent? Could he or she take the court, field or ice again? Would we let them?
I’m curious to see how I’ll react when I watch Seinfeld here on out. I think it might be on my mind when Kramer barges into Jerry’s apartment, but I don’t think it’ll take away from my adoration of the show or the character. If a Virginia Tech player sounded off like that, I wouldn’t think any less of the team, I just wouldn’t want that kind of stain putting on the orange and maroon.
It just sucks that this stuff happens.
Seinfeld was a staple of visual entertainment for me in college. All of the guys in Vawter Hall and I collaborated and put together a library of every episode (180) on CD. I can’t tell you how many times I would come back from class, hop in bed and watch a Seinfeld on the computer.
I’ll try and bang out the weekend preview tomorrow because I’m eating on Thursday and traveling to the Commonwealth on Friday for the weekend. See y’all soon.