I Can't Imagine Why Connor McDavid Thought It Would Be A Good Idea To Dress Up As Donald Trump For Halloween
I realize that the following is something that a snowflake would say, but I'm no snowflake. I don't find myself offended by Connor McDavid dressing up as the most polarizing, egomaniacal political figure in American history. Fortunately, I don't have to be to wonder why he thought that doing so would be a good idea.
I get that he's not American. Hell, he doesn't even play in an American city. I get that he's a teenager and that he likely just wanted to throw some quick couples costume together that would play into his hot girlfriend's hotness without turning her into a slutty member of a generic, blue collar profession. Still, while I actually respect that Connor McDavid is so obsessed with being the most transcendent athlete on ice that he refused to put even an ounce of creative thought into his costume, he probably could have benefited from throwing on a floral shirt and going as the boring ass wallpaper that he is off the ice.
I mean, we are talking about a guy that has taken warmup laps that are more interesting than literally any single stance that he has ever taken, and I don't mean that as a compliment. Connor McDavid, in the Sidney Crosby mold, has a personality that could put you to sleep, and the first time he frayed from his cookie-cutter was to play (extremely generous) dress-up as the one person on the planet that was guaranteed to illicit a negative reaction?
I suppose I didn't expect someone who has spent 22 hours a day perfecting his craft to also call social awareness a skill, but if he was going to go the controversial route then he could have at least made sure his outfit was funny or original. If not, he should have just been something that better fit his formulaic effort not to get noticed for anything other than his superhuman talent. At best this costume is played out, and at worst it appears to show a modicum of support for a President that the Pittsburgh Penguins publicly treated like a leper. Neither is a particularly great look for someone who has seemingly made a conscious decision to remain nauseatingly neutral about everything else.