James Harrison isn't going to the White House...

...and so many people got their panties in a twist.

OK. I fail to see why this is an issue. Harrion isn't protesting a war. He isn't draft dodging. He's not even saying anything negative about the situation. He's a grown man who doesn't think it's a big deal to go to the White House for a photo op with the Presdent. He basically said, "If you aren't downwith us when we're losing, don't try to get down when we're winning." It's not even the first time he's done it. He didn't go back in 2005 either. But nobody knew.

So what's the difference between now and then? Then, he was broke (relatively, it's hard to think of a pro football player as "broke" as we normal folk would call it). Now, he just signed a fat contract. Then, he was relatively unknown. Now, he's the Defensive MVP. Then, he wasn't in the public eye. Now, he gets run up on at a gala event, somebody puts a microphone in his face and he had to come with a quick response.

Did he give an eloquent explanation for his decision? Not really. He said that he doesn't like the fact that it was a conditional invitation. "If you win the Championship, you can come see me." And to be honest, in our lives, don't we operate under the same principle? If a fine woman wouldn't give you the time of day yesterday, but today after you came up on a fat stack of loot...you would call her a gold digger and keep it movin. Obama just wants a photo op to make himself look good. (Or better, people seem to still like him.) Think about your fake-ass "friends" who only show up when times are good. But when you call them and you're in a bind...you can't get them to pick up the phone.

But more importantly...IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW ELOQUENT HIS EXPLANATION IS!!! He isn't turning down an invitation to the UN or the G-8 Summit. We're talkin about lunch at the White House. He can get free food anywhere in Pittsburgh...and plenty of other cities for that matter.

If I were Harrison, I wouldn't be at the White House either. I'd be startin on my Memorial Day weekend early. Get my gear together, custom-made of course cause I just signed a FAT contract. Find the best condo on South Beach. Organize entertainment for the many sexy ladies that are sure to be in the area. Rent a flashy sports car for my time there. Sorry, Mr. President, but I'm too busy gettin my swag on. Plus...you aren't even a Steeler's fan.

You make the choice: Hang wit Obama vs Plan for Memorial Day Weekend. Please don't let me down.