Friday, 19 April 2013
Deja vu in the men's locker room
Today, four days after Jackie Robinson Day, I had a conversation that transported me back sixty-six years.
I was doing my post-swim shaving at the JCC when I noticed that Arnold had returned, after about four months of sightseeing in faraway lands. I was glad to see Arnold again, especially since he still owed me five dollars from a bet we'd made on the U.S. presidential election. (Why didn't I make it a hundred?) He paid his debt manfully, and I, ever the gentleman, didn't even charge him interest.
But Arnold couldn't leave it at that; he had to get in a face-saving dig. "You may have won the bet," he said, "but you have to admit Obama's been a failure as president."
I registered my disagreement in the strongest terms, and the ensuing conversation went something like this:
ARNOLD: Tell me one thing Obama has done.
ME: He passed the most important health-care legislation since Medicare.
ARNOLD: Feh [or something that sounded like "Feh"]. (This, mind you, from a Canadian who has always enjoyed single-payer health care, and has never had to live in the U.S. without coverage.) Come on, tell me one thing he's done.
ME: He got Osama bin-Laden.
ARNOLD: Are you kidding? Come on, what has he done?
ME: He inherited an economy on the verge of collapse, hemorrhaging jobs, and put it on the right course.
ARNOLD: Oh, please. Tell me one thing he's done.
ME: He saved the U.S. auto industry.
ARNOLD: Feh. [That word again.]
By this time, it was clear that nothing I could say to this fellow would earn Obama any credit. Suddenly it was 1947 again, I was eight years old and listening to Bob Feller and certain New York tabloid sportswriters disparaging Jackie Robinson's abilities, claiming he wasn't really of major-league calibre; and I realized (not for the first time) that Obama, like Jackie, would have to be twice as good as everybody else to get the same amount of respect.
I will spend Arnold's five dollars with great pleasure.