Ever wonder why Trump has such a hard-on for the NFL? Yes, there are too many Negroes playing in the league for his (or Johnstown, Pa.'s) taste. "Uppity" Negroes. Uppity Negroes who kneel. But why not the NBA then? Ahh...
Before long, Trump was insisting the USFL needed to switch to fall and directly battle the NFL.
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His motives were becoming increasingly clear to friends and foes alike: Trump couldn’t care less about the USFL. He wanted an NFL franchise, and he saw the young league—dead or alive—as a way in.
During the 2016 election, Trump’s campaign allegedly conspired with Russia to ruin Clinton. In 1984, Trump factually conspired with the NFL to ruin the USFL. Or, to be more precise, attempted to conspire. Trump rented a room inside New York City’s glitzy The Pierre hotel and invited Pete Rozelle, the NFL’s commissioner, for a one-on-one meeting. Sitting across from the most powerful man in sports, Trump begged for an NFL team, and he said he would willingly dump the USFL for greener pastures. To Rozelle, Trump was little more than a Times Square shell game runner; a man who inherited significantly more money than class. When he stood to leave, Rozelle looked at Trump and said, “As long as I or my heirs are involved in the NFL, you will never be a franchise owner in the league.”
After [Buffalo] Bills founder Ralph Wilson died at age 95 in March 2014, his family put the team on the block, and Trump jumped into the bidding alongside the likes of Jon Bon Jovi and natural-gas billionaire Terry Pegula. [I love the unconscious parallel construction between these two articles.]
Trumpie, were the hemorrhoids acting up? That is my favorite photograph of you. Could you autograph it for me?
The process took nearly six months. Pegula got the team.
Make_The_Bills_Great_Again!
To [NFL commissioner Pete] Rozelle, Trump was little more than a Times Square shell game runner...
When he stood to leave, Rozelle looked at Trump and said, “As long as I or my heirs are involved in the NFL, you will never be a franchise owner in the league.”
[In 1984]...when word got out the [New Jersey] Generals were for sale, Trump—little more than a regionally known real estate investor—pounced.
The average USFL franchise was worth about $6 million. Trump, who had failed miserably in a 1981 bid to buy the [the NFL] Baltimore Colts, paid nearly $10 million.
The average USFL franchise was worth about $6 million. Trump, who had failed miserably in a 1981 bid to buy the [the NFL] Baltimore Colts, paid nearly $10 million.
Trump has always liked generals.
Before long, Trump was insisting the USFL needed to switch to fall and directly battle the NFL.
…
His motives were becoming increasingly clear to friends and foes alike: Trump couldn’t care less about the USFL. He wanted an NFL franchise, and he saw the young league—dead or alive—as a way in.
During the 2016 election, Trump’s campaign allegedly conspired with Russia to ruin Clinton. In 1984, Trump factually conspired with the NFL to ruin the USFL. Or, to be more precise, attempted to conspire. Trump rented a room inside New York City’s glitzy The Pierre hotel and invited Pete Rozelle, the NFL’s commissioner, for a one-on-one meeting. Sitting across from the most powerful man in sports, Trump begged for an NFL team, and he said he would willingly dump the USFL for greener pastures. To Rozelle, Trump was little more than a Times Square shell game runner; a man who inherited significantly more money than class. When he stood to leave, Rozelle looked at Trump and said, “As long as I or my heirs are involved in the NFL, you will never be a franchise owner in the league.”
But wait...
I never saw that before!
The process took nearly six months. Pegula got the team.
Even though I refused to pay a ridiculous price for the Buffalo Bills, I would have produced a winner. Now that won’t happen.
Make_The_Bills_Great_Again!
