Mike Seate is really enjoying all of the uproar he created with his ludicrous “Steelers tickets too pricey for black fans” column.
Some idiot racists emailed Mike some really vicious stuff, and because Mike likes his giant brush so much, he assumes that we’re all racist idiots.
I believe so many people were upset over that column because of another kind of mirror: the one I held up to reflect society. And like a vain woman spotting her first wrinkle, nobody hates that reflection more than someone unprepared to see it.
Looking back, I underestimated people’s inability to accept real social problems. I’d hoped people would read about economic disparity and search for solutions. Instead, readers offered me and “all the other black, oil-spill, Ubangi-lipped coons” free trips “back” to Africa. Talk about shooting the messenger.
Don’t blame me that the NFL’s savvy marketing cabal is so certain black Americans cannot afford game day tickets that professional football is marketed in much the same way they sell NASCAR. That’s Hank Williams Jr., not Nelly, belting out the Monday Night Football theme, you might notice.
He’s upset that Hank Williams Jr. is singing the theme? He’s actually asserting that this is an indicator that the NFL is certain that all black AMERICANS can’t afford tickets? OMG. So the NFL called Hank Williams Jr. and said, “Hank. We’d like you to sing our theme song. We were going to ask Nelly, but black people can’t afford NFL tickets, you know. We’re certain of it.”
I don’t give a crap who sings the frickin’ theme song as long as the Steelers win, everybody else loses, and Tom Brady’s arms fall off in a freak football accident. You can have Tinky Winky the Purple Teletubby or Greg the Yellow Wiggle sing it for all I care.
Are we arguing about Seate’s assertion that the blacks in Pittsburgh are at a disadvantage? No. We know it is a fact.
We’re arguing that Seate took those facts, added 2 plus 2 and got oranges.
We’re arguing that Seate didn’t hold up a mirror to reflect society. Ralph Bangs held up a mirror to reflect society. Seate held up a mirror to deflect the sun into our eyes hoping we wouldn’t be able to see the irresponsibility of his piece.
We’re arguing that if he wanted to write a column about the racial gap in Pittsburgh, he should have written a column about the racial gap in Pittsburgh, not projected that gap onto a high price item that could have thousands of other factors affecting it.
We’re arguing that Mike Seate is sitting over a pot of shit, just stirring it like a mad man all, “Mwah-hahahahah!”
He’s the next Annoying Burgher and his crown is in the mail and by crown I mean a brain enema so that he can clear his head and maybe see what we’re all REALLY upset about.