It's like watching your kid join a pyramid scheme when Barkley goes to visit Trump. At first, you're like, 'Alright, maybe it's not so bad. Maybe he'll just get the free tote bag and leave.' Then, all of a sudden, he starts going on about 'tremendous business opportunities', and you're yelling at the TV saying, 'SAQUON! THEY'RE SELLING YOU SOAP!' Trump is sitting there telling him he could've been 'even better if he was playing back in the 1920s — when players were men.' But Saquon is just smiling, nodding along like that is some normal talk! How heartbreaking! It is like watching a thoroughbred get sold to a petting zoo. You wish you could leap through the screen and tackle him yourself — save him! But you can't... can't. You just sit there... and die a little inside. It's just sad