On Friday afternoon, ESPN announced that radio host Colin Cowherd would no longer appear on the network in lieu of his idiotic remarks about Dominicans.
For folks who missed it, Cowherd did what he has long done on his Thursday show, spew idiotic statements laced with racist undertones.
This time, when responding to the criticism received by Miami Marlins manager Dan Jennings for his lack of managerial experience and that the game’s complexities might be escaping him, Cowherd’s disease of diarrhea of the mouth, which he has long suffered from, predictably surfaced yet again when he said, “It’s too complex? I’ve never bought into that ‘Baseball is too complex.’ Really? A third of the sport is from the Dominican Republic. The Dominican Republic has not been known in my lifetime as having world-class academic abilities.”
He apologized for the remarks the next day, saying, “I did not intend to offend anyone with my comments. I realize my choice of words were poor and not reflective of who I am. I am sorry.”
Cowherd was correct in one very tangible way. He is sorry. Not sorry as in apologetic, but sorry as in pathetic, wretched, miserable and pitiful. He was also incorrect in another way. His choice of words were a definite reflection of who he is.
I knew this during John Wall’s rookie year with the Washington Wizards, when the 19-year-old rookie out of the University of Kentucky danced The Dougie during player introductions, and Cowherd proceeded to lose his mind.
In the third game of his professional career, Wall barely missed posting a Triple-Double and despite struggling with turnovers, was still spectacular.
“He's got an unbelievable will to win,” Washington coach Flip Saunders said after the game. “He got into some trouble tonight at times, but he fought through it and was able to make some big plays at the end.”
And what did Cowherd have to say about a kid who scored 29 points and collected 13 assists and nine steals in the Wizards’ 116-115 overtime win against Philadelphia in his first home game?
“Before the game started, he spent 34 seconds doing the Dougie,” Cowherd said. “That tells me all I need to know about J-Wow. Then he opened his mouth later and confirmed it: not a sharp guy. All about him…That tells me you’re an idiot. The act is just the final icing on the cake. The cake is you sat down for weeks and planned it…. J Wow’s 37-second ‘Yo dawg look at me I’m the man [dance]’, and his wild, out-of-control style, everybody else is buying his stock, and it told me all I need to know.”
That comment told me all I needed to know about Cowherd and I had refused to listen to him or pay any attention to what he had to say ever since.
I recall the Baltimore Raven’s All-Time great linebacker Ray Lewis dancing for years during player intros. Did that make him an idiot? Did that tell the world all they needed to know about him?
When later asked if his judgmental assault on Wall was premature, Cowherd doubled-down by saying, “John Wall came out and did ‘The Dougie,' first home game, for 34 seconds. He was a moron. It's the dumbest thing I've ever seen. I will never back down…Let me tell you something: I'm a big believer, when it comes to quarterbacks and point guards. Who's your dad? Who's your dad? Because I like confrontational players, I don't like passive aggressive. Strong families equal strong leaders.”
Wall’s father died in prison when he was merely eight years old. The attack on Wall not growing up with his father was inept, absurd and idiotic, especially considering that the player who Cowherd verbally ejaculated over, time and time again when comparing him to Wall, Rajon Rondo, had a father who walked out on him when he was seven.
Cowherd has long gotten away with making dumb statements that were representative of who he is as a person. My question is, what took ESPN so long to finally get rid of his mental midgetry?
Yesterday, Sports Illustrated’s Richard Deitsch wrote, “So there is no misunderstanding: Cowherd’s take on the acumen of Dominican baseball players—yet another example of his socio-economic mumbo-jumbo, non-firsthand reporting jackassery from a place of rich-guy-living-in-Connecticut privilege—was nonsense. Same with his nonsense on John Wall, same with his nonsense on unemployment in rural Ohio and countless other examples.”
The sad thing is that there are many people who love listening to his holier-than-thou “jackassery” and bigotry, and will follow him to wherever he is on the radio dial.
I’m rather certain that he’s never read The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, the Pulitzer Prize-winning piece of fiction from the brilliant Dominican-American author Junot Diaz, nor has he been privy to the verbal gymnastics of one of the most criminally underappreciated Hip Hop lyricists ever, Anthony Cruz, who is more popularly known as AZ, a longtime collaborator with Nas.
Pretty sure he’s also never studied the work of NASA Aerospace Engineer and Aerospace Technologist Dr. Victor A. Carreno, the essayist, historian, physician, philosopher, educator and politician Juan Isidro Jimenes Grullon, the paintings of Théodore Chassériau, fashion designer Oscar de la Renta or one of the most influential figures in all of modern music, Johnny Pacheco, the arranger, producer, musician and bandleader who created Fania Records, coined the term ‘Salsa’ and formed the legendary Fania All Stars.
It seems that Colin Cowherd is the one lacking in world-class academic abilities. There are many who aren’t sad to see him go, but will be when he pops up again to spew more idiotic vitriol.
He's the Donald Trump of sports radio.
A small few will listen and think he's great, while the vast majority will marvel at his next mental misstep by wondering, "Why are people even listening to this moron?"