This week on Brett's Mancave, we're talking about one of America's favorite hobbies: white adventures.
It all starts with the story of a man who got launched by a bison in a national park. Every year they put up signs that say, "Stay away from the wildlife," and every year somebody decides they're about to become best friends with a 2,000-pound animal.
That story reminded me of every time I've let my white friends talk me into doing something that starts with, "Trust me... it'll be fun."
Like the time they convinced me to do water sports on the Kern River—the same river that's known as one of the deadliest rivers in California. Somehow they heard "people die here every year" and thought, "Sounds like a great weekend!" I was just trying to survive long enough to make it back to the parking lot.
And if that wasn't enough, there was the speedboat trip. Somewhere between "Hold on!" and "This is awesome!" I got launched, lost my pants, and almost lost my life. Nothing humbles a grown man faster than almost becoming a news headline while floating in the water in his underwear.
At this point I've realized my white friends hear danger as an invitation. They see warning signs as a challenge. If the brochure says "Extreme," they're already packing. If it says, "High risk of injury," they're asking if there's a group discount.
Me? Every time I agree to one of these adventures, I end up wondering if this is how my obituary starts. I've survived the Kern River, survived getting thrown off a speedboat, and now every invitation gets one question: "Can I die doing this?" If the answer isn't an immediate "No," I'm staying home.
So this episode is about white adventures, my terrible decision to keep saying yes to them, and why every near-death experience reminds me that maybe I'm just too Black for this kind of excitement. I'll support the adventure... from a safe distance, preferably somewhere with air conditioning and solid Wi-Fi.