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Clay Travis




Over the weekend, the worst person you know’s favorite radio host, Clay Travis, had a crush on his kid’s baseball game. We know this because Travis, the just-ask-attorney-turned-sports-chat host-turned-replacement Rush Limbaugh, sued one of his various scams content platforms to talk about.

Six-time Best of Nashville winner Travis seems somehow very pleased with himself – which is the opposite reaction one would expect from a grown human being who has functioned in society for over 40 years and has several degrees from accredited institutions. If you’re a completist, by all means, see it all yourself.

First, let’s address some things here. Why is it necessary to inform us that the referee took a 10 minute restroom break between sets? Does this add anything of value to the story, or does Travis just want his fans to connect the dots that this umpire was a Clintonist secret thug receiving umpiring instructions from George Soros or maybe hiding- to be Hunter Biden’s laptop in the toilet like Clemenza hiding the gun from the Louis? The wit is mind-blowing, but let’s assume, generously, that Travis is telling the truth and not exaggerating the length of this intermission. Isn’t it possible that the ref ate rough food all day? Hmm. In any event.

The bottom line is that the umpire called Travis’ son for batter interference for interfering with the opposing catcher’s attempt to eject a runner trying to steal third. Travis claims to have attended hundreds of Little League games and numerous college and major league games, but says he has never – EVER! – saw such a call. He further notes, presumably as an offer that it’s not just sour grapes and the umpire was bad at his job, that the other team’s players were called for throwing the bat. Travis further alleges that he never saw this!

Travis is either hyperbolic about the number of games he’s attended or is racking up terminological inaccuracies. First, the bat throw. Of course, some referees (usually those who have been on the wrong side of a hanging piece of aluminum at some point) are tougher about this than others. In some organizations, it’s a warning and then an expulsion. In others, it is an exit. (In all, it’s an out if he’s thrown on the field of play and interferes with a defensive player.) That happens often, and a lot more these days given the propensity of big leaguers to fling after hitting home runs and kiddos acting like their heroes, as kids will.

The dough interference that really got Travis’ beard dander flying is not, as he may soon claim, some wild liberal conspiracy concocted by Chuck Schumer and Colin Kaepernick over the past six months. It’s been around forever and it’s called quite frequently, especially on pitches up to third and especially in the younger age brackets where hitters don’t always know what to do. Often the poor kid at home plate will know that he has to give the catcher a chance to make the play and in his efforts to avoid being called for interference, ends up interfering. Hard break, mate. You are outside.

We don’t know the exact circumstances of this particular play, and interference can be tricky for sure, but all the calls that Travis has been so excited about are, you know, beyond the realm of possibility. That’s the best thing about baseball: there’s always a chance you’ll see something you’ve never seen before.

Of course, if the call was right or wrong or if the rule was misapplied or misinterpreted (in youth leagues referees can be certified by a number of organizations which may have subtle differences for different groups of age, and it’s not outrageous to suggest that maybe the ump misunderstood this one) is irrelevant, as is Travis’ claim that the piece was “meaningful”. My friend, there’s nothing “meaningful” about a Sunday game in an early summer travel ball tournament for 11-year-olds. I promise Tim Corbin, Billy Beane and Branch Ghost Rickey weren’t in the stands, offer in hand for Travis son.

And frankly, it’s not very relevant that Travis got angry, dropped F-bombs from the bleachers and got thrown out. Everyone has bad days. It was hot. Maybe, like our poor anonymous referee, Travis had been feasting on basic food all day. Plus, it’s your child, and if there’s a perceived injustice against the offspring, sometimes you lose sight of things. We all have blind spots with our children, and with Travis, we seem to be well-meaning if the esoteric rules don’t apply to his children. No one is perfect, let alone Travis. (There’s a whole profitable cottage industry on the internet based on Clay Travis getting it wrong.) Is it better for young sports parents to do their job (their job is to get the child there, give him water and cheer him on like Arn Anderson does in the Ric Flair “Stare at me!” video)? Yes. If a call requires…say, a clarification, let the coach handle it in most cases. (The few times you shouldn’t wait for a coach is if there’s imminent danger of injury.) I’ve been in youth sport all my life – as a particularly mediocre player and as a as a coach’s son and now as a parent – and few things cause me the same level of thoughtful anxiety as watching a parent show off their ass to the extent the official deems it necessary to fire them.

So of course Travis, chastened, calmed down for a while, discussed with his kid why what dad did was wrong and apologized to (at least) his kid’s team coach, didn’t is this not ?

Oh, beautiful, naive and innocent reader, if that were so!

No, no, Travis rather took it from the internet, not to say, “Hey, I lost my temper at a baseball game between two this weekend and I feel bad about it” , but rather to double his ass, lambasting the referee with the kind of righteous indignation that is perhaps better suited to, uh, well, pretty much every other circumstance besides “I disagreed with a referee at a children’s sports match and I was sent off and I’m extremely proud of myself.”

Travis, as usual, says he’s just saying what everyone thinks: that paid umpires, as professionals, should be held to exacting standards. This is, of course, an absolutely crazy thing to say about officiating in a game played by tweens. The referee in question, according to Travis (who may not be the most reliable narrator in the world), was in his mid-forties, so at least he didn’t let down a poor teenager trying to save for anything. save for those days. I guess TikTok accessories and NFT BTS or something.

The referees who work for young athletes are not professionals, and especially if they are older, they do it because they want to stay around the game they love and help the children. Anyone who played sports as a child knows exactly the kind of people I’m talking about. Heck, you might even remember their names. (For my Hendersonville OGs, I’m talking about Mr. Bob and Tom Battle, among others.) The last thing they want to deal with is a parent who thinks they know the rules (usually those parents will claim they’ve read the rulebook; them, unless they’re big nerds [coughs uncomfortably]didn’t) drop obscenities from the stands.

And, boy, they really I don’t want said parent to be someone who has a massive platform and doesn’t have the common sense to know when to be ashamed of themselves. We can and will poke fun at State Rep. Jeremy Faison for the attempted breathlessness of a high school basketball umpire, but to the Republican’s credit, he confessed almost immediatelyrather charmingly stated that he “lost his bric-a-brac” and “mischievous badly” and said he would find the referee and apologize.

What he did not do was go to the floor of the House and insist that he did the right thing.

This story was very successful, and the video of Travis’ rant received many views of which he, being an inveterate hustler, is very proud, because the advertising revenue algorithm does not differentiate between hate watches and love watches.

And overall, thank goodness most people seem to correctly recognize that Travis is nowhere in the same time zone as whoever did the adult thing.

It all comes down to the repulsive worldview that the Clay Travises have of the world: that other people are only valuable insofar as they can offer you something you want, whether it’s a call (really, a no-call) in your child’s play. or, for example, an investigation of a family member of a political rival. You can earn their respect or, say, foreign and military aid if needed, if you just do what they want.

And all this is aggravated by the point of view, often shared, that the shameless professionally have, namely that any attention is good, that we talk about it in any context, it is precious, because it is necessary without stop feeding his ego. “I love my haters” and all that sociopathic nonsense.

Of course, I gave him the attention he so badly needed, so I’m as guilty as the next guy.

Look, parenting is tough, and I sincerely believe that most parents, including Travis, do their best to be the best they can be for their child. But as Gordon Lightfoot told us, heroes often fail. But when we fail, the least we can do is – I can’t believe I’m going to say this – be more like Faison than Travis. Children, like everyone else, learn a lot more from failure than from success, but only if someone is willing to teach them to correct their mistakes instead of proudly doubling up on them.

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