A few hours ago, while working out at the New York Sports Club, I had the horror of watching the above video—Joe Biden sending a congratulatory message to Elena Delle Donne, the University of Delaware’s star basketball player.
If you haven’t seen it, you absolutely must watch. It’s weird, creepy and, well, weird and creepy. I half expected Biden to follow up with, “I recall that time I rubbed coco oil across your back, whispering sweet nothings into your precious ear lobe as Air Supply’s ‘All Out of Love’ played gently in the background. The ocean was so blue, Elena, and the waves were but a dreamy subtext to the fantasy of us forever being together as one, holding hands as we walked into the eternal love of Blue Hens …”
Truth be told, I sorta get Biden’s infatuation with Elena Della Donne. I’m an old Blue Hen (as is Biden), and our college has never, ever, ever had an athlete of this caliber. Oh, Rich Gannon and Joe Flacco have enjoyed wonderful NFL careers. But Della Donne is, legitimately, one of the two or three best players in the nation; an undisputed All-American who will probably be the No. 2 overall pick in the upcoming WNBA Draft. She carried a perennially mediocre program to national prominence and, after she graduates, the Hens will certainly fall back to earth. An argument can be made that she has been the most impactful athlete in school history.
But I still find Joe Biden creepy.