The dab is dead is dead. The Dab is dead. And not because Cam Newton, the star

quarterback who popularized the Dab, he is not the one who killed it.

Just because Cam Newton sulked away after a press conference, soaked in defeat,

remorse, frustration, that didn't kill the dab. That didn't kill the most popular dance celebration we've seen in years.

No, that's not what killed it.

Roger Goodell killed the dab.

That's right.

When Roger Goodell goes on to ABC and does the dab, it's over. When a man like Roger

Godell imitates a star player dancing, him of all people, Roger Goodell is the ultimate vapid politician. He is a cigar store

wooden Indian. If you opened up Roger Goodell's, it would just be circuitry.

He's not a real person.

It was like the NFL owners, all 32, got together

with a Dr. Frankenstein like individual

who's specialized in political robotics and they created Roger

Giddell in a chamber.

So when that guy, that stiff corporate automaton, walks onto a television stage and does the dab, it is over.

The celebration is dead, you can no longer do it, it makes no sense at that point.

If that person feels compelled to dab, it's done. The only people now that can dab are those that are ages 1 through 10 because it's still cute and those age 70 and older because that's also cute. So if you're really old it's cute, if you're really young it's cute,

anyone in between we can't dab, it's over. And I'm glad that Roger Goodell isn't

charismatic. I mean that's the other thing right? Roger

Giddell is missing the one ingredient that a lot of politicians do have. He

checks most of the boxes. He's disingenuous. He never says anything

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