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I’d first like to point out that performing the world’s most popular hip hop dance, as a white guy, in front of a large gathering of black football players takes a monster set of cojones. A MONSTER set. It’s like reciting a monologue from Macbeth in front of William Shakespeare himself, like explaining the Theory of Relativity in front of Albert Einstein. You either come out a hero or a zero. All the glory or crash and burn. No in-between.
Black athletes get into organized sports to dance in the locker room first, and perform on the field second. It’s why they do what they do. So when Baker Mayfield stepped out in front of these guys to Whip, there was an impossible amount of pressure to perform. Any doubt that he can perform in the clutch has been resoundingly put to rest. Mayfield’s skills are mesmerizing.
Absolutely obliterating a dance in front of, and to the emphatic approval of, your black teammates is every white guy’s dream. Baker Mayfield may or may not win the starting J this year (I honestly don’t know who the frontrunner is), but the guy has already won over his teammates, and he’s already won life.
Have a damn day, Baker..