Sports Talk with MC

by MC

For those of you with a well-oiled machine for a memory- you probably will all remember that it wasn’t so long ago that Britney Spears’ ex-hubby, Kevin “KFED” Federline dipped his wick into the crazy world of professional wrestling.

At face value, one can safely comment that Federline’s move to step into a WWE ring with no less than the company’s most marketable star, John Cena, was not only laughable, it was downright embarrassing.

It’s also ironic that Federline’s foray into pro-wrestling came not so long after his divorce with Britney, his ex-wife whom he had 2 children with.

KFed’s entire public persona, sadly, has been built on being the “laughingstock” trying to rebel against the his critics (his critics being, well, most of the inhabitants of the known world). It’s funny how the progression of the image of the man who has dubbed himself as “America’s Most Hated” can be seen as something parallel to the way Vince McMahon of the WWE has built his empire. The man’s constructed his empire upon a foundation of ostentatious displays of “excess” (think a slew of Divas in skimpy swimwear at every turn, hardcore matches as regular fare and things as crazy as father vs daughter submission matches as commonplace occurrences), and has used such a culture to allow for the metamorphosis of something which is, more or less, intrinsically embarrasing, into PURE GOLD. Federline’s rise to prominence has taken a similar path. He has gone from being a backup dancer to the partner of the world’s biggest popstar. He has gone from being that, to being a full-fledged recording artist. No matter how ridiculous people say KFed is, he seems to be raking in the big bucks because of his image as a purported, “loser”. At the end of the day, any publicity can be said to be good publicity when you add the numbers right up.

Still, I can officially say that I am “KFed-up”. Why? Because his public persona is corny as hell. Because on paper, it looks painfully obvious that he married Britney Spears for, well, the money (although they may have really been in love; Hollywood is Hollywood, though, and maybe, just maybe, there might have been some “screensaver” moments involved there, some expressions put on display for show). Because he is the ghetto’s version of French Toast when everyone else, is legit wheat bread.

Of course, that’s just me. The few others who may own a copy of his album might beg to disagree.

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