You know what? So-called elite athletes are overpaid period. Make that way over paid.
These people are good at hitting, running, kicking or catching and pretty much nothing else. Apparently that entitles you to earn more than anyone else on the planet. Didn’t you know? It also entitles you to be a rude, obnoxious, uncaring, disrespectful and mean-spirited to people earning a pittance in comparison. Of course it doesn’t. But try telling them that.
Let me share a couple of rolled gold examples. Floyd Mayweather is a champion boxer. He is one of those so-called elite athletes good at hitting things with his fists. Things like other people and inanimate objects. Floyd Mayweather is also something that starts with the letter “w” ends in the letter “r” and has the letters “a-n-k-e” in the middle. His nickname is ‘Money.’ He is called that for two reasons: Firstly, he is the world’s highest paid athlete. In one year he made $112 million in net revenue. The year before that he made $85 million. The second reason has to do with him being a guy who likes to let everyone know what he’s got. Make that, how much more he’s got, than the average Joe. A-typical of a guy who believes in his own PR or just likes to blow smoke up his own you know what. He posts photos on Instagram. Cut to photos of Floyd stepping off his multi-million dollar private jet. Then there’s the collection of photos of his exotic car collection. In fact Mayweather is constantly tweeting images of luxurious items he either owns or bought. He also likes to post photos of himself placing enormous bets on sporting events or just him surrounded by wads of cash. He even tweeted a photo of himself showing how he likes to start each day with a sponge bath from his young, female assistant. Hence the nickname: “Money.” But I reckon my nickname for him is better.
Let me just add this disclaimer. This isn’t jealousy talking. If someone wants to pay Floyd Mayweather millions of dollars for beating up on somebody in a boxing ring, then good on them and him. I don’t begrudge him one thin dime. What I do begrudge is what I am about to tell you. Fast-forward to Floyd Mayweather’s very recent boxing match at the MGM Grand Hotel in Las Vegas. He won and pocketed $32 million for his efforts. Floyd and 150 other hangers-on decided to party afterwards at the local Hard Rock Café. They were hungry and thirsty and waitress Nik Nguyen thought Christmas had come early. She doted on them as they proceeded to spend $25 thousand on food and booze. I should point out that unlike Floyd Mayweather, Nik Nguyen has to work two jobs just to make ends meet. She is also coping with the recent death of her father. Wait staff are lowly paid in the land of the free and the home of the brave and generally speaking people like Nik Nguyen supplement their wage through tips from patrons prepared to reward good service. What she didn’t count on was the un-generosity of Floyd Mayweather. Good service counted for nothing. After paying the bill this multi-millionaire athlete left a tip of precisely nothing. Zero. Nada. However, he did leave a pile of empty bottles and chicken bones to be cleaned up.
There is a small upside to this story for Nik Nguyen. She didn’t walk away empty handed. The security guards at the café felt so sorry for her, they took up a collection and presented it to her. Maybe Floyd Mayweather has been punched around the ring too many times but that is no excuse for bad manners.
And it seems it isn’t just millionaire boxers who have short arms and long pockets. Lesean McCoy is a professional football player with the Philadelphia Eagles. He’s good at running and catching in the NFL. It pays well. In 2012, he signed a contract worth $45 million over five years. If you were to break that down, he earns $9 million a year or $173,036 per week or $25,725 a day, $1030 an hour, $17 a minute or 28 cents a second. He is a running back but after his behavior at a local Philly burger joint, one sage suggested he is more suited to the position of tight end. McCoy and a friend sat down in one of the restaurant booths to have a bite to eat. The staff at the burger joint, recognized him and were pretty excited to wait his table. What can I say? They were fans.
But instead of being appreciative of the attention, McCoy was, according to reports, the exact opposite. He was heard to be verbally abusive and to make derogatory remarks about women in general and the waitresses serving him, in particular. When it came time to pay the bill of $61, McCoy had one final insult to offer. He left a 20 cent tip. Maybe he ran into one too many goalposts in his career and that might explain his attitude.
The restaurant manager was so incensed he decided a payback was in order in the form of a small revenge. He took a photo of the bill showing McCoy’s signature as well as the 20 cent tip and posted it on Facebook. Clearly greater minds than mine think these guys are worth every cent of their multi, multi million dollar paychecks. In my view the only payout they deserve, and should get, is public humiliation.