Big Cat MD Official Diagnosis, Donald Trump Has The Yips

JoePa

7-11

Last night in Maryland, in front of a bunch of Ravens and Skins fans, asking if the crowd loves Tom Brady.

I have never in my life seen a more clear sign of the Yips than Trump this past week. Yips 101. This is like Joel Stave throwing the ball into the dirt in front of uncovered receivers on 5 yard outs, or Chuck Knoblauch launching an easy throw from second 10 rows up in the stands. This isn’t forgetfulness or lacking attention to detail, these are the Yips. Trump went on stage last night, knowing he was in Maryland, saying to himself over and over, ok these people hate the Patriots, they’re Ravens fans, say something about Joe Flacco or Ray Lewis, then boom, he gets on stage loses his thought and blurts out Tom Brady. He’s got the yips. I’m not even trying to bash Trump here, it’s just a fact that he has the yips. The 9-11/7-11 mixup put my Yips sensor on high alert because that’s something he told himself not to screw up a million times and still accidentally let it fly, and now this. Have to go talk into a mirror or see a psychiatrist or something because the Yips are no joke. Steve Sax recovered from them but guys like Nick Anderson and the aforementioned Knoblauch were never the same. No cure for the yips besides admitting you’ve got them and then trying to yip your way out of it. Good luck Donny, but you my friend have the Yips.

Alternate medicinal treatment, chill jamfest with your bro.