By Doug Halberstadt
Anyone besides me perplexed by the recent resurgence of former National Basketball Association Hall of Fame member Dennis Rodman? I couldn’t stand him when he played for the Detroit Pistons, and I could barely tolerate him when he was a member of the Chicago Bulls.
I have no problem recognizing him for his rebounding skills and the fact that he often gave away his game-worn jerseys to kids at the games. Beyond that, I often thought his antics were detrimental to the game. I wasn’t disappointed when he retired from the league and effectively disappeared from the public limelight.
Now, he’s back? Why? Not only has he made headlines for his recent trip to North Korea, he’s also in front of the cameras on Donald Trump’s All-Star Celebrity Apprentice television show. I need help understanding how in the world this borderline lunatic with a seventh-grade-level command of the English language gets an audience with a world leader. Perhaps it’s because that head of state is also a borderline lunatic? I’m still trying to figure out why Trump gives him the time of day.
I’m concerned that our society’s standards for entertainment have sunk so low that there is room for a no-talent (other than basketball) character like Rodman. Unless you need a 6-foot-6 rebounder for your over-50 recreational league, I’m not sure he’s of any entertainment value. I see him as the car wreck that you can’t look away from.
His piercings, tattoos and flamboyant wardrobe, combined with his propensity for unconventional hair colors, make him a walking one-man circus sideshow freak.
His star once burned brightly on the basketball court. That was many years ago. In today’s world, I fail to see any shine left in Rodman’s star. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings in any way, shape or form if and when he’s eventually fired from Trump’s show, he quietly fades off into the sunset and stays right there. Good riddance, Rodman!
From the March 13-19, 2013, issue