Welp, Donnie Boy managed to do the unthinkable, and no - I don't mean he was able to speak into existence the advancement of the Washington Capitals past the second round of the playoffs. Of course, the only think that is less likely than Alexander Ovechkin playing meaningful puck well into May is a professional hockey team consciously breaking tradition. You'll never believe this, but the presence of '45' (as well as a proverbial, judgmental death stare from the NBA) actually got the Pittsburgh Penguins to '86' at least some aspects of the annual Presidential ass patting.
Now granted, deterring from the norm was more of a reaction to the wealth of well deserved criticism they received for publicly RSVPing to 'The White House' on the same goddamn day in which every professional team that employs more than one minority was (either literally or figuratively) kneeling in the stupid orange face of its inhabitant. Refusing to give into Trump's undying narcissism by placing something big and shiny in front of him while presenting him with a jersey embroidered with his very own nameplate was the bare minimum as it pertains to counterpunching his pettiness.
That said, at least they did something that served as a "hey, sorry for being too white for words" to the sports' community whose efforts were undercut by their temporary transformation into the Pittsburgh Pawns. It wasn't much, but - considering hockey's insistence on doing everything by the book - having their championship representation not give in to the pandering and partake in the window dressing of a forced photo op was something. Which unfortunately is more than the nothing the NHL usually does right.
Not sure why they even felt the need to go if they were all just going to stand around in the background with the facial expression of Larry David as an episode of 'Curb Your Enthusiasm' comes to a painfully awkward conclusion, but hey - every rich white owner has political connects to appease...