I hate Blake Griffin. I hate his hair. I hate the spots on his face. I hate his smile. I hate how committing an offensive foul while dunking on someone is considered only a "spectacular dunk". I hate how people forget about him having arguably the best point guard in the NBA. I hate how Griffin rarely offers a meaningful opinion or tweet on violence, poverty or education reform.
I hate Griffin’s flopping. I hate how his flops stain the name of one of my favorite sports teams. I hate every single commercial with him. And I hate it when he looks down on opponents he's dunked on….
I hate the number 32. I hate my friends for prodding me not to hate Griffin. I hate Griffin's friends for being Griffin's friends even though I don't know if Griffin's friends exist. I hate how Griffin doesn't care if I hate him or not. More than anything, I hate how people try to make me want to stop hating him.
Real question: Does anyone in that Clippers locker room have the gravitas or pedigree to stop Griffin from being Griffin? Real answer: Hell no! He simply does not have the constitution to lead a team, or change himself by himself.
The athletes we love and hate cultivate their work in a hyper-mediated spectacle that often renders their work, their skills, their likeness, their successes and their failures ours. ESPN, fantasy leagues and social media bring us closer to our players, but that spectacular one-sided relationship obscures the fact that, while players we love and hate are the best in the world at their jobs, most of us have no idea what it's like to be the best in the world at anything. Look at the way we shamelessly discuss athletes in columns on ESPN, or comment sections, or Twitter and Facebook. And of course, these incredible athletes read our disrespectful comments and hateful columns.
I will hate Blake Griffin not because I'm encouraged to and because, frankly, thanks to social media, and anonymous comment sections everywhere, hating is a hustle. Not because hating is the new black. I hate him because he resorts to unnecessary flopping. What is worse - he doesn't seem to care about stopping. He won't man up. Therefore, I hate him even more.