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Brock Osweiler will not be attending the annual Super Bowl Champion visit to White House with the Denver Broncos in what can only be categorized as a racist, bigotry move, if you ask Stephen A. Smith.
Disregard everything you know about sports and reality. Brock Osweiler is racist and/or a huge bigot. What other reason would there be, for him skipping this visit? You'd think he'd want to go to the whitest house in the Country, but he apparently doesn't feel the desire or need to.
It's not like the Broncos benched Osweiler way too early, they didn't nearly sacrifice their entire season to let the most mystifying case of degradation in talent, ride out into the sunset of his final season. It's not as if, the Broncos fucked Osweiler out of a chance to compete. No wait, they did all of those things.
Like I said though, disregard that because in the "real world" that has virtually no effect on a mans choice to go see the president with a bunch of people who fucked him over. Let's go back in time a couple years. Back to the time when the Patriots ass stuffed the Seahawks in Superbowl 49. When it was time to hit the White House, Tom Brady decided not to go and this was the response by a fellow idiot of mine, Stephen A. Smith.
So the Take to destroy all takes, comes in at around the 2:10 mark.
If Tom Brady is a racist, then what does that make Brock over here? I would really love to know Stephen A. Let me do a little work for you. Anyone recall a couple weeks ago when president Barrack Obama made a directive instructing public schools to allow students use the bathroom they identify with? I am sure Osweiler remembers.
I bet Brock could have dealt with the fact that Obama is black, unlike Brady, but the fact that the president made such a directive, pushed the Texans QB frustrations over the edge. He couldn't shake the hand of a man who is 1. Black and 2. A supporter of bathroom reform.
There you go Steve, I just did your whole job for you and it took me less than 5 minutes. I wonder how long it takes him to actually do his job. My guess, he creates his opinions the second he hears the headlines. Then he sprinkles in some four syllable words, and presto, you have a Stephen A. Smith hot take in less than three minutes. Just enough time for him to throw a Hot Pocket in the microwave and let it cool down.
Stephen A. Smith, is the Hot Pocket of sports takes. It looks good on the box and plate, but when you bite into it, all the ingredients just explode all over your chin in disgustingly hot way.
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