Cam Newton Getting In The Face Of A Teenage Heckler Is Proof That You Really Can't Win With Kids These Days
While understanding that getting in the face of a teenager isn't the greatest of look for someone who is not at all unfamiliar with the occasional awful one, I think one aspect of this video that's flying under the radar is the ruthlessness of the next generation.
I mean, not for nothing, but Cam Newton responded to a wrath of ridicule by lurching down in a fashion that could only be duplicated by the Mega-Ultra-Super-Duper-Saurus in 'Jurassic Park 10: The 9th Return Of The Failed Experiment'. One of the most physically imposing athletes in all of sports basically created the moment of tension that's meant to draw a jarring juxtaposition between the sheer size difference between a genetically-engineered dinosaur and its human prey...and it barely bought him a second free of Super Bowl jokes.
It's expected of a professional athlete to ignore the occupational hazard of hecklers as he jogs in and out of stadiums full of dumb drunkards, but that's not at all what we are talking about here. It sure looks to me as though Cam Newton graciously volunteered his time to help mold the young players that could, in theory, eventually replace him...only to end up getting chirped non-stop by an overly aggressive pack of annoying little brothers.
Turning a deaf ear to those that wouldn't even care if they were scared into publicly wetting their pants so long as getting an NFL MVP's attention netted them the false validation of retweets definitely would have behooved Cam Newton. However, I would imagine you can only be reminded of one of the lowest moments of your career but so many times before irritably reacting to a peanut gallery full of pip-squeaks wondering aloud what you got Von Miller for Father's Day.
Personally, I don't think Cam Newton has a damn thing to apologize for. No when even doing right by the future of football proved to be a thankless endeavor that left him under attack by the next crop of attention-starved kids that are self-aware enough to know they aren't in danger, but shameless enough to remain immune to the lasting effects of intimidation in feasting on someone else's fame.
You Won't Believe This, But Junior Galette Has FINALLY Found Himself "Humbled" After Insanely Turning Down A 2-Year, 10 Million Dollar Deal From The Redskins
I have so, so many questions. The main one, of course, being how a professional athlete who followed up his second straight 10+ sack season by all-but-forcing his release from a $41 million dollar contract with organizational slander, domestic abuse charges (that were backed by video evidence), and enough character issues to make Hank Moody look like Phil Dunphy by comparison was able to avoid humility until now. Junior Galette went from going undrafted, to being (laughably, in hindsight) elected team captain, to getting cut, to spend ding two full seasons nursing career-altering injuries, to moderately contributing for the first since time since 2014, to scoffing at a multi-year deal that was worth well more than what he actually deserved. I guess I'm glad he ran into the reality check that is the lack of a paycheck, but how modesty didn't come close to crossing his mind until now is about as unfathomable as the fact that Drew Rosenhaus let him leave $10 million on the table while he was on an especially slippery downside of his tumultuous career. Junior Galette now has exponentially more NFL logos tatted on him than teams interested in him, but that was somehow predictable despite him possessing a skill set that's at a league-wide premium.
Maybe it's just the scorned fan in me that had to sit idly by as the Saints spent years resurrecting themselves up from under the demons of dead dollars' past, but I'm pretty sure the last thing anyone wants to hear about is how grateful Junior Galette is. We're talking about a guy that was perhaps the league's longest standing unapologetic asshole. A player that showed zero appreciation for the God-given talent he had on the field by constantly pissing into the winds of the prosecution off of it. It just feels insanely disingenuous for him to try to bail from his wave of unabashed arrogance now that it's finally come crashing down on top of him.
After compiling one more sack (3) than he did season-ending injury (2) throughout his three seasons in Washington, Junior Galette turned down a contract that was at least 2x as long and 3x as valuable as any other team would have offered. I'm of the opinion that a professional athlete is worth the max someone will pay them, but - considering the entirety of his past -it's impossible to view that negotiation as anything other than Junior Galette removing his belt and whipping a gift horse in the mouth.
If nothing else, it's an indisputable sign that he learned absolutely nothing throughout one of the most up-and-down NFL careers that I can remember. So forgive me if I'm not ready to throw him a graduation party, as it's pretty clear he's only self-proclaiming his decency diploma in hopes that he'll finagle his way into another job after doing everything possible to get booted out of school.
Even the most whistle-happy of official would agree that hit was delivered to an offensive party that more negligent than defenseless. That said, if only because the pale lower half of that streaker's body was only made more unflattering by laying lifeless, I think most would endorse the throw of a blanket, never mind a flag.
Fair or foul, if deterring those that wander the middle the field too causally is the main purpose of blindside hits then, judging by an action shot that would best be captioned by "I've made a huge mistake", that particular one got its point across. If only the culprit/victim had applied the foresight he showed in not wearing shoes to avoid having his cleats suffer the same fate as his hat to his on-field focus then perhaps he could have been safely ridden out of bounds by a security guard. Oh well, as long as he didn't suffer any short or long term memory loss then at least he learned a valuable lesson. Don't stand on the tracks and take your eyes off the train...especially when you run the risk of having your brain injury broadcast as broadly as the thanklessness of your boxer briefs.
Hugh Freeze Is Oh-So-Generously Volunteering His Time To Help Run A Faith-Based Redemption Retreat, And It Only Costs Between $3,250 and $3,950 To Attend!
There will be a lot of people that scoff at the idea of Hugh Freeze as a life coach, and rightfully so. After all, we are talking about a guy that got fired as a coach because he's not at all ethical as it pertains to life. Seeing as he's less than a year removed being found out as paying for both players and prostitutes while on the recruiting trail, you don't have to do too much digging to find a reason to suspect that he might not have all that much clout as a lecturer of lawful and lust-less living.
What he does have, presumably, is enough local celebrity to charge vulnerable and damaged football fans an egregious sum of money to essentially accompany him through rehab. Say what you want about the moralistic merits of the special guest of this "faith-based retreat", but - assuming more than a handful of people pay to be preached at poolside - you can't say that he doesn't know how to leverage his past into a much bigger future. That's more of a spot-on a description of this inexplicably exorbitant endeavor than I could have ever dreamt up. If only throughout that one tagline, there was no false advertisement there!
If a recently disgraced college football coach is able to make a couple thousand dollars out of little to no sense then, if nothing else, he has what it takes to grease the wheels in profiting off "personal growth". The idea that you'll come out on the other side of a weekend long spa sermon from a snake-oil salesman with a cleansed soul and a reinvigorated perspective is laughable to see the least. Though, for what it's worth (which is apparently between $3,000 and $4,000), if failing is the fastest route to learning then Hugh Freeze might be the most educated of expert in every single objective on that checklist. Still not sure I'd trust him, of all people, to teach them to anyone, but I guess that's why they are calling it a faith-based retreat.
As If The Following Wasn't As Likely As The Sun Rising This Morning, The Raiders Are Worried That A Suspension Could Be Looming For Martavis Bryant
To be honest, I wasn't sure this was even worth writing about, as it hardly could be described as news just yet. In theory, a potential season-long suspension of a player that was just traded for a third round pick coming down the urinary tract before said player has even put on pads for his new team is pretty damn noteworthy, but the concern caused the mere possibility of Martavis Bryant facing discipline? Yeaaaaah, not so much.
It may not have come across the ticker as such, but the acceptance of the condition that Jon Gruden will never get a good night's rest when wondering what his new wideout is up to is what eventually sealed the deal for an endlessly talented freak of an athlete. Being unable to stay on the field because he can't stay off the weed was the risk involved in luring him to California, of all places, in the offseason. I'm sure the worry is more warranted than usual and that the Raiders have been tipped off by a league that's probably one tainted test away from demanding that Martavis Bryant wear a diaper and mail in his dirties to their HQ. Still, it's very telling that the Raiders fearing his suspension could have easily been the result of them waking up out of a nightmare in a cold sweat on a random Spring Saturday.
Whether or not the use of something as harmless as marijuana should still be gradually closing the limited earning windows of professional athletes that put the health of their mind, body, and brain on the line in the year 2018 is decidedly up for debate. However, Martavis Bryant being one of "prevailing" examples of a zero tolerance rule (no matter how dumb) leaving a player's promising career in constant jeopardy is decidedly not.
The Packers Linebacker Coach Met With The Media, And I'm Fairly Certain He Was Forced To Do So At Gunpoint
Contrary to his "I've been stuck in the same damn cubical for the last four decades"-like demeanor, I actually couldn't be more certain that Winston Moss loves his job as linebacker coach for a prestigious organization like the Green Bay Packers. That might sound stupid seeing as he went out of his to suppress anything that could even accidentally be mistaken for a smile, but he'd have to be content with his current position to completely sabotage his own upward mobility. Somewhere between the time he interviewed to become the head coach of the Detroit Lions and now, Winston Moss must have decided that a promotion is not his priority, seeing as he'd make Bill Belichick look like an open book by comparison if he weren't four floors away from being placed on the same shelf.
Trust me, I'm not usually one to hop on board the "journalists have a job to do too!" train, but it was just simply inefficient not to kill two birds with one stone by throwing them a bone when the one he had stuck up his ass was so readily available. We're talking about a mini-camp here. It's sunny, the stakes are low, and the only real news is a failure to appear at all open to giving any whatsoever. For that reason I'm stuck siding with the meddlesome media, as the least I can offer a reporter who turned into a nagging girlfriend out of neglect is some combination of sympathy and pity. Somehow, that's exponentially more than Winston Moss gave him by answering easy questions with nothing more than irritability.
Oh well, at least we can be certain that the questions from those with which he chose to a dick for no apparent reason won't stand to get anymore difficult when he actually has his job performance to answer to...
Dabo Swinney Came To The Defense Of One Of His Players Who Posed Next To A Salesman In Front Of A $200,000 Sports Car
LBS- Clemson wide receiver Tee Higgins found himself in some hot water earlier this week when a car salesman shared a photo of him on social media posing in front of an exotic car, but head coach Dabo Swinney defended his player over the situation.
After the photo went viral, Higgins’ mother took to social media to insist her son could never afford a $200,000 car and doesn’t even have a job. Higgins said he had no knowledge that his image would be used in a promotion, and the NCAA sent the dealership a cease-and-desist and chose not to sanction the receiver.
On Wednesday, Swinney defended Higgins and said someone was taking advantage of the youngster for publicity.
“That’s the world we live in. It is what it is. I think everything’s an opportunity to learn,” Swinney said, via Grace Raynor of The Post and Courier. “He’s one of the best kids that you’ll ever have and be around and it just kind of comes with the territory,” Swinney said. “You learn from it, but obviously there’s a lot of what do you call it — fish bait? Or click bait? Isn’t that what they call it, click bait? Trying to get some story.
“That’s just the world that we live in. So you’ve got to be smart and hope that you can just avoid those types of situations that create false perceptions. But as long as you do what’s right, you ain’t gotta worry about it.”
Ugh, those damn fish baiters are at it again. Just casting a bunch of lines in the direction of young, naive athletes in hopes that they can get a bite from a soon-to-be college star and reel in some excess publicity by way of an impressionable teenager that's willing to trade an obvious photo-op for a ride in a fancy sports car. Here's a rhetorical question, have they no shame?!?
Now, I don't want to kill a kid for taking the bait of keys to a McLaren Spider, but I do find it at least mildly concerning that he wasn't able to recognize it as such. After all, if you hung that greaseball of a worm in the water then the stink would have repelled even the most senseless of sea creatures. All it really should have taken was one look at the walking, talking stereotype standing next to him for Tee Higgins to realize he was being taken advantage of.
The slicked back hair that was somehow completely oblivious to the receding line from which it came? The loose dress clothes that fit his profession better than they fit the Marshall's manakin he bought them off of? The sly smirk and a thumbs up that might as well have a rattle attached to it as it is the universal sign of a complete snake? I've never been a local celebrity so I've never been leeched off of, but someone whose office could be put on wheels and relocated to a neighboring county within the hour has parasite written all over him.
I appreciate Dabo Swinney coming to the defense of one of his players, but I actually disagree with the notion that Tee Higgins had to be smart to see how this was going to play out publicly. Hopefully he learned his lesson and goes on to fulfill his limitless potential, but it probably couldn't hurt to prioritize working on his awareness before he accidentally runs the wrong route into an NCAA infraction. They won't have to pray too hard on his downfall if he keeps dancing with the type of person whose business card would read 'The Devil' if it were at all accurate...
SECCountry- When former Kentucky safety Marcus Walker was arrested at 4:40 a.m. on May 24 in Lexington on drug trafficking charges, police found $430 in cash in his pockets.
After a search, $70,312 was found in a bag by a closet and another $25,000 was found in a box in the top-floor bedroom of a townhome he shared.
During the search, police found 52.86 grams of suspected powder cocaine in a kitchen cabinet along with digital scales and packaging material. More than 5 pounds of marijuana was found throughout the house — in a water heater closet, a counter next to the stove, under a bed and in a backpack.
Walker, 21, was arrested and booked into the Fayette County Detention Center on charges of trafficking marijuana and cocaine. His roommate, Tavon Wells, faces the same charges. Walker was released on bond the next day.
Walker, from Lake Wales, Fla., was dismissed by Kentucky coach Mark Stoops less than a week after his arrest. He recorded 5 tackles in 12 games last season, contributing mostly on special teams.
Police were initially dispatched to the home at 11:04 p.m. on May 23 in response to a reported disorder, according to an affidavit for a warrant to search the townhome. A dispatcher heard a woman say she had been hit by a male subject, and the front window of the townhome had been broken, the affidavit said. It’s not clear from the report who was involved, but Walker opened the door when officers arrived and said that Wells and his girlfriend had left the residence after an argument.
“Inside the door, the living room was in a state of disarray with all the furniture and television strewn across the floor along with marijuana, cash, and blood,” the affidavit said.
One officer observed three clear bags in plain view, “approximately the size of a soccer ball full of marijuana.” Outside, several $20 bills and baggies of marijuana were lying on the ground in front of the residence, according to the report.
I got to be honest here. This just seems like a lack of commitment on the part of Marcus Walker. With how out of whack his priorities were, it was merely a matter of time before he got himself into trouble by spreading himself too thin.
I mean, not to encourage drug distribution amongst our youth, but to be that deep in the game he had to make a pretty definitive decision as to what mattered to him most, and it definitely wasn't his stature as a college football player. If you ask me, with nearly $100K in the cut and just a handful of special teams tackles to his name, the choice as to what to pursue was as clear as the baggies he was using to peddle premium powder.
As unfortunate as it may be, Kentucky's backup safety was far more likely to become Tony Montana than Tony Jefferson, so devoting the amount of time and energy required to play SEC football while dealing felonious counts of drugs was simply irresponsible. In fact, you can even make a weak argument that his social connections wouldn't have led to both an on-sight domestic incident and the most self-incriminating crime scene imaginable if he had simply given up his side hustle as a student-athlete. After all, who even needs the camaraderie of sports or benefits of schooling when you're in a class of your own as an on-campus supplier? Certainly not the guy whose teammate's relationship troubles turned his apartment into a treasure hunt for a drug hound as opposed to a fully functioning trafficking operation!
After Vigorously Wiping Clean My Proverbial Reading Glasses, It Seems As Though The NCAA Has Made Transferring Slightly Easier(?) On Some Athletes
So I guess the only question is...what's the catch? It's not that I'm not happy that the NCAA is finally throwing the unpaid student-athletes who've built the organization's net-worth to a figure that ranges in double-digits the most bargain basement of bone, I just can't find an answer for the most obvious of question...
Given both their hard-headed history and a business model that still remains laughably flawed, I have my doubts that this is an effort to either do right by the players or silence the critics...
Therefore, I'm left wondering how making what is only a slightly less hypocritical transferring process circumstantially easier on the kids they typically treat like recyclable trash stands to financially benefit those that run the business of college sports under the transparent ruse that it's amateur athletics. I don't know much about what goes on behind the scenes, but I do know that the NCAA has never gone with the flow unless there was an ulterior motive powering that revenue stream. Money is somehow, someway the motivation here. I'm unclear as to how, which I guess in a weird way is of small credit to the organization whose greed usually comes off as clear and present stupidity, as opposed to baseline common sense.
Oh Shady. Shady, Shady, Shady. I understand why the Bills veteran running back would give his vote of confidence to the endlessly skilled rookie quarterback that will, in some respects, determine the fate of his immediate future. I just can't help but think he would have been better off acting in accordance with his own nickname and keeping his support in the shadows until the Wyoming product threw even one single pass against a professional pass defense in pads.
I genuinely hope that Josh Allen has a long and productive NFL career, but the fact remains that he has an unusually high bust potential for a top ten pick. For someone that is admittedly skeptical of first year players, LeSean McCoy sure fell into a pretty familiar trap by getting wooed by someone whose scouting report is highly strengthened by the work he's done in shorts...
Setting your expectations too high too soon is the quickest way to ensure they won't be met, and Shady doesn't seem like the type to take disappointment in stride. Therefore, perhaps it would have made a bit more sense to wait until the toughness of training camp kicked in to declare his rookie quarterback "special".
I'm not saying LeSean McCoy is easily impressed because it's undeniably difficult to throw a football 60 yards with ease, but he is easily influenced with the measurables by which the selection of an inaccurate college quarterback was supported. I do hope he ends up being right. Not just because Josh Allen has the potential to become an absolute treat to watch on Sundays, but also because Shady has the potential to become a huge pain in the ass when he's proven wrong.
To The Dismay Of Everyone With A Soul, Former NFLer And Noted Domestic Abuser Greg Hardy Won Both His First Professional MMA Match And A UFC Contract
Wait just a damn minute here. That is not what I signed up for, and I'm not just talking about Greg Hardy stepping away from squaring up against offensive linemen and defenseless women to actually become successful in facing off against those that are professionally and proficiently trained in violence against people of their own size and strength. What I do mean is that I longed for the day that psychopath got shown the door by the NFL so he could be put in a position to get the brutal beatdowns he had coming to him, not so that he could fight former peers that were just as inexperienced.
All due respect to Austen Lane, who I'm sure gave it his best effort, but if I wanted proof that Greg Hardy was more dangerous than most football players than I would have watched his f'n highlight tape. I was sold a bill of goods in which "good" was finally going to prevail, and instead I was left watching a domestic abuser get gifted a second chance in professional sports. I guess that more than likely guarantees that we'll eventually see him get his teeth kicked in by someone in the UFC that dedicated a lot more than the last couple of years to training to kill. Still, I feel temporarily robbed of the long overdue punishment of a pummeling that was supposed to ever-so-slightly make up for the prison sentence he somehow avoided.
Greg Hardy, of all people, was put in a position to succeed when the only reason anyone remains even mildly interested in his life is in hopes of watching him fail. I'd imagine that's exactly why a business man like Dana White chose to keep us on the line as viewers by propping him up with a win over a manageable opponent, but he better eventually satisfy our thirst for Greg Hardy's demise with a plan to have what's left of his brain damaged by consecutive roundhouse kicks. If he wants even a semblance of his word to remain in tact, that is...
A St. Louis Jury Decided To Award Reggie Bush 12.5 Million Dollars At The Expense Of The Los Angeles Rams In An Injury Lawsuit From 2015
STLToday- A St. Louis jury has awarded millions of dollars to a former NFL running back who suffered a severe knee injury in a game at the Edward Jones Dome in 2015.
The Los Angeles Rams were ordered to pay Reggie Bush $4.95 million in compensatory damages and $7.5 million in punitive damages.
The jury found the Rams 100 percent liable for Bush's injury. He had also sued public agencies that own and operate the Dome, but they were dismissed from the suit by a judge last week after arguing the football team had control of operations at the facility on game days.
"I'm very happy with the verdict," Bush told the Post-Dispatch after the verdict. "The people spoke and decided very fairly."
First and foremost, it's just nice to see the little guy get a win for once. I know that feels like a weird thing to say that about a universally recognizable athlete that lays claim to maybe the most viewed highlight tape in sports history, a gone-but-not-forgotten Heisman Trophy, the endless love of a region that was inspired by his timely draft selection, a Super Bowl ring, and - most importantly given the context - over $60 million dollars in career earnings. However, in comparison to a multi-billion dollar organization that, like all others, only bends over backwards to bend its talent over the barrel, Reggie Bush couldn't be anymore of the sympathetic figure here.
Of course, it's preposterously inexcusable to circle your NFL stadium with a slick concrete ring that would primarily be stepped on by freak athletes running uncontrollably in cleats. But even if his season-ending and career-threatening injury wasn't the result of a run-in with an off-the-field death trap, everyone should have been rooting for Reg to come out richer in his legal battle against a representative for a league that shamelessly chews up and spits out it's athletes on the field. If you enjoy your Sunday football in spite of the soulless sycophants that suck dry both the earning power and the brain power of its actual entertainers, then you should have reacted to this news in the same way that the people's prosecution did...
In this case, that's especially true if you happen to be from St. Louis. As someone that couldn't imagine having to deal with having a team I root for uplifted by greed, the idea that even one member of the jury factored their neglected fandom into their decision against a defense that included the prick that orchestrated the move to Los Angeles makes me smile. It's a small win that doesn't make right the fact that Missourians have had to watch the Rams transform into a contender on the Left Coast, but it's a win nonetheless. When your undying hatred is directed at one of the NFL's untouchables, those are harder to come by than a human highlight reel like Reggie Bush.
Seeing as the Saints are merely a month and a half removed from mortgaging a significant chunk of their future on a project of a player whose cost was almost unprecedented given his position, hearing the news that Marcus Davenport was going under the knife didn't exactly uplift my mood on a Monday morning. That being said, while I pray they don't take this as a challenge, the unrelenting injury bugs are going to have to bite a hell of a lot harder than that if they are trying to get the Who Dat Nation to pile into a padded room in fear of the sky falling.
At this point last offseason, New Orleans was already without anyone that was even remotely accurate in snapping a football as Max Unger found himself upon a random foot injury. They were also on the verge of learning that their late first round pick was going to be rushed into action as Terron Amstead lost the following 4-6 months to a blocking dummy. And, as if that wasn't enough, the harsh realization that the irregular heart of prized free agent re-signee, Nick Fairley, was all the sudden beating down the door of early retirement. To put it simply, thumb surgery on even the most promising of hand is basically a hang nail in comparison to the unforeseen shit that got shoveled the Saints' way last summer.
When I skimmed through the tweet initially and caught only the name and the word "surgery" I was about ready to seek comfort in the arms of my old friend (and fellow Saints' fan) darkness, but I damn near laughed when I decided to prioritize proofreading ahead of numb paralysis. A thumb injury, HA! We are way past my panties becoming that easily bunched. If Saints' fans weren't immune to a prominent player's offseason operation on a body part that can't even call itself a finger we all would have been knocking down the locked doors of whatever mental institution was keeping us from our schizophrenic Sundays last season.
It undeniably sucks that a pass-rusher who is still rough-around-the-edges is going to miss out on valuable mini-camp reps, but Ocshner Medical is going to have to go two-a-days on the malpractice before a thumb surgery starts costing me any rest.
Irony Is A Writer Wanting To Retract His HOF Vote For Terrell Owens Because Terrell Owens Decided To Skip The Ceremony
Hook. Line. Sinker.
Seeing as T.O. hasn't exactly proven to have MacGyver-like survival skills in everyday society, even he has to be surprised that it was this easy for him to get a trusted media member to bite and admit that he lets his personal feelings regarding players off the field dictate how he judges their past performances on the field.
Now, let me be clear, Gary Myers isn't the first person with a Hall Of Fame vote to let his ballot be determined by his heart instead of his head, as evidenced by T.O.'s prolonged wait outside the walls of Canton. He's just the first I'd approach if I had a bridge for sale.
To be honest, part of me feels bad even writing this, as it sort of feels like watching a fish that's been caught for the first time squirm helplessly on deck without any clue as to what happened to it. Terrell Owens had barely made it back behind the tree after setting the trap, and - boom - a self-important sports' writer had not only already taken the bait, but was bitching about the carelessness of leaving such a dangerous device right next to such a juicy headline.
It's a shame, really. If the composer of it wasn't part of the old, white coalition of "experts" that kept an all-time wide receiver sitting on the sidelines of being properly sanctified for multiple seasons, I would actually assume his tweet to be a brilliantly crafted piece of satire. Like, if you read it backwards, it goes from the dumb question to the blatantly obvious answer he was looking for in a way that's quite witty if not for the fact that it was completely unintentional. Oh well, at least it's ass-backwards in a way that's ironically fitting of someone whose voice is only still heard because he managed to make it so far up his own keister that he made it back out the other end.
Terrell Owens Has Turned Down His Invite To His Own 'Hall Of Fame' Enshrinement, And I Kind Of Respect The Move
What I am not going to do is sit here and pretend that what Terrell Owens is doing by rejecting a long overdue opportunity to be the sole focus of a large, accomplished audience that's celebrating his professional accolades is taking some noble and selfless stand against the system that crapped all over common sense in previously denying his induction. The truth is that all he's really doing is guaranteeing himself more attention, in a way that only T.O. truly could, by making an annual and somewhat sacred event all about his absence.
That being said, I kind of appreciate that the dominant diva wide receiver by which all dominant diva wide receivers will be forever measured is sticking it to a self-important
structure by sticking to what made him who he is. If being a "bad teammate" is what got the man that sits 2nd all-time in receiving yards and 3rd all-time in receiving touchdowns issued a two year penalty for his personality then being equally contentious towards the gatekeepers that actively held him back from being rightfully rewarded is pretty damn fitting. After all, what proves someone's extraordinary level of 'Fame' quite like having their unobserved enshrinement become the main story of a reverential weekend as they hold their own off-site ceremony?
Let's face it, the voters temporarily moved the goalposts on 'Hall Of Fame' requirements to prove an unprecedented point. It's just vintage T.O. that when he inevitably reached those goalposts, as he did a transcendent amount of times throughout his career, he opted not to humbly hand the ball to the official but instead turn them into a place where he can flex on his haters by doing shirtless pull-ups. It's undoubtedly an arrogant move to announce that you're no-showing your induction for no real reason. Unfortunately, it's not as arrogant as pushing back said induction two full years due to a provisional principle that's completely unrelated to catching a damn football. Both parties are guilty of lacking conformity in this case, but only one of them is famous for turning his nose up at it.
I Have A Theory As To Why Nick Foles Was One Of The Very, Very Few Eagles Players That Had Planned On Visiting The White House
It's very possible that Nick Foles truly believes that Donald Trump is making American great again (...and again, and again, and again) one circular and unprovoked argument about Anthem protocol at a time. It's also very possible that he's a man of faith that prioritizes the prestige of the position ahead of the pompousness of the prick holding it. Unfortunately, discussing the first option makes me want to chloroform myself with an American flag, and the second option makes about as much sense as loyally attending your local church despite the priest having a proven past of pedophilia.
Therefore, I've developed a third theory. I don't know that the following truly explains why Nick Foles looked at an empty sign-up sheet for a soon-to-be-canceled White House visit and Hancock'd that sum' bitch so fast that you'd have figured he was gifting it to a sick fan. I do, however, know that it would be the most relatable reason for doing such a thing.
As far as I am concerned, Nick Foles was just trying to milk what was left of the spotlight he stole before it got turned on someone who is somehow, someway at least 2% whiter. Think about it, other than the inflated contract a desperate team is going to give him next offseason for flashing in sports' most prominent pan, the spoils of that Super Bowl run are starting to spoil. OTA's are well underway, which means that Mickey and Nicky have long said their goodbyes following that complimentary promotional trip to Disney World. The 'Philly Special' and the Super Bowl MVP trophy have an eternal shelf life, but the chances that the person whose mantle currently claims the latter starts another game for the team he took to the promised land are growing rotten with each read-pass option.
Truth be told, I'm sure Nick Foles is cool with sitting behind Carson Wentz like he did last season. All I'm saying is that if you were bound to a backup role, you too might be front row and center to be the first to shake hands with even the biggest prick of a President just to prove that, for the time being, that's still your rightful standing within a reigning Champion. Maybe Nick Foles is a Trump guy, but can we really rule out that he was just trying to get in one final swipe with his title-worthy trump card?
Fox News Apologized For Using Pictures Of Eagles Players Praying Pre-Game To Make It Look Like They Knelt During The National Anthem Last Year
First and foremost, as someone that has accepted the intellectual demise of this country, I find the negligence that caused this entire ordeal absolutely hilarious. Just the idea that some low level schmuck at Fox News hopped on the old Google machine and typed in 'philadelphia eagles kneeling' as if putting one's knee to the ground is a practice that is now as synonymous with "disrespecting America" as the wiping of one's own dirty ass with the stars & stripes is pure comedy to me.
Quite honestly, it's the perfect representation of how warped brains have become by nothing more than a peaceful protest against inequality. Those that fear God basically fund Fox News and yet they are the ones influenced by grown men silently bowing their heads from a semi-seated position because those pictures couldn't possibly be processed as prayer due to the people in them wearing football pads. The people that Trump is pandering to by shamelessly keeping alive the same dead issue are so easily brainwashed that a physical act that's been partaken in throughout multiple generations by tens of millions of likeminded viewers every single Sunday morning now instinctively triggers their Patriotism complex. If not insanely depressing, it's pretty incredible when you think about it.
But make no mistake here, this apology isn't to the team that had their invitation revoked when a thin-skinned President came to realize that the attendance to his photo-op was going to turn it into a photo-flop. This apology is just to make sure that Fox News retains their notch on the Bible belt. It's to their own viewers, not the people that were misrepresented in defense of said President when he jingled the same old set of keys to distract dumbasses from issues that actually matter. Think about how much despicable trash Fox News has vomited all over social media the last few years (Ex. "shut up and dribble"), and this is the one that got quickly taken down? You can ask yourself why that is, but I think you already know it's because it's the only one that directly compromises the morals of a vast majority of their own damn customers.
Former Eagle Mychal Kendricks Was The Exact Opposite Of Happy With Ian Rapoport For Prematurely Reporting That He Is, Indeed, Signing With The Browns
Let's make one thing clear, I totally understand a professional athlete finding himself a half dozen fuck's worth of frustrated by someone whose job is essentially to break news prior to the time in which the subject of said news feels comfortable with it being broken. As well sourced as they may be, Ian Rapoport and others in his line of work often find themselves forced into a precarious position of choosing between efficiency and accuracy, as the allure of getting credited is basically the drug by which they are able to survive on 2.5 hours sleep with their work phone invisibly attached to the side of their head. Going from the NFL champs to the NFL chumps might be considered a mildly humiliating demotion, but in most cases I'd be more liable to believe that a player's rant was more so an instinctive reaction to seeing unofficial information being prematurely spread about him than anything else.
Unfortunately this isn't one of those cases, for if Mychal Kendricks wanted that to be the consensus amongst fans and (other) media members alike then he needed to do a better job making sure those timely tweets didn't end up being dead-on-balls accurate...
Like, if the ink truly had yet to dry on that allegedly completed contract then he should have started pushing for a second-year option, or considered settling for something in the $2.9 range. It didn't need to be an unrecognizable deal, but it had to be given at least a minor facelift from the one that Ian Rapoport was already proudly parading through Adam Schefter's social (media) circle as his conquest of the week.
Theoretically I can see his point, but I simply can't take serious a hissy fit aimed at the increasingly rare reporting of the whole truth. The entire impetus of Mychal Kendricks' argument was basically that the NFL insider for which he had taken explicit umbrage was too correct in his unusually complementary leak about the brightness of his future, and for that I instantly put my defense of him in the past.
Damarious Randall Has Already Backpedaled From The "Obvious Joke" That He'd Buy Everyone Who Retweeted Him A Jersey If The Cavaliers Won The Title
Fast forward three days....
USAToday- By Wednesday afternoon, Randall's tweet had been retweeted 869,000 times.
"Honestly, I didn't think it was going to get over 100," Randall said after practice. "I didn't think people were going to actually view that as a serious tweet from me. But obviously it got the whole world excited about it, and I mean now I'm actually excited about it. It is a great, great opportunity to interact with the fans and we're just going to watch the series and just see how everything folds out."
"I definitely didn't think it would go as viral as it did," the 25-year-old said. "I definitely didn't think the Cleveland fan base would go this crazy about it. Obviously, it was a joke, but just to know how passionate this fan base is, I mean, it's just really encouraging."
Randall wouldn't say he planned to pay off his promise if the Cavs win.
"We'll talk about this after the series is over," he said.
Well folks, we've just witnessed history, and by that I am not referring to the record number of retweets (now at well over seven figures) that Damarious Randall got for his 'all risk, no reward' vote of confidence in the Golden State Warriors. Instead, I'm talking about the record amount of basketball not played between the time someone went from doubting LeBron James, to doubling down on that doubt, to self-doubting their original doubt. Zero seconds. Not even a lost tip-off.
Now granted, I'm sure the hundreds of millions of dollars he would have unofficially owed played a part in a preemptive backpedal that was even unbelievably quick for an NFL defensive back. After all, it suspiciously only turned into a "joke" (that was more unfunny than obvious) when the Browns' safety apparently became the last person on the internet to learn that the people there enjoy both free shit and making successful people look stupid with the click of a button. Even without taking into account that he went against the pride of Cleveland while employed by their red-headed step-child, that number was guaranteed to be astronomically large.
That said, considering the innumerable amount of people that have had to swallow their words and empty their wallets following the thankless quest of questioning the most dominant athlete on the planet, it's still impressive to own an award-winning amount of fickleness in regards to LeBron James. Biggest underdog in the history of the NBA Finals, and a professional athlete already made sure to renounce his off-the-books bet against them for no other reason than how goddamn frightening it would be to, even hypothetically, have your entire net worth banked against the best basketball player ever. Just goes to show that while LeBron more than likely won't win, he's the only person in the league who could show up with a dumpster strapped to his back and it still wouldn't be worth it to gamble against him.
The Raiders Are Just Flaunting Their Love Affair With Sin City Right In The Face Of The Oakland Faithful
I just have one question for Mark Davis and the front office of a Raiders' team that's still technically wed to the loud and proud city of Oakland for the time being...
HOW COULD YOU BE SO HEARTLESSSSSS?!?
Much like an extremely pointed Instagram post embracing the honeymoon stage of a new relationship right in the face of an old one, this is an enormous kick in the dick to the loyal lunatics that filled The Black Hole for years on end despite it being a place that, until two seasons ago, sucked all forms of football-related optimism into its unforgiving oblivion.
I get that it behooves the Raiders, as an organization, to cozy up to those with which they'll eventually share a development, but the divorce is still two full years away from being finalized. Is it really too much to ask to show some respect for the family dynamic by not pulling open the shades during the middle of a holiday weekend and tickling the balls of the newest neighborhood hunk in the bay window that faces the entire sports' community? Couldn't they have at least poorly pretended to save their extramarital flirtation for behind closed doors like damn near every other unhappy participant in a doomed marriage?
It's a credit to the fanaticism of Raiders fans that they'll continue to show up despite being publicly emasculated by their team's affair with the Las Vegas, but even encouraging them to do so is as superfluously sinful as asking friends and family to pay to attend a destination wedding between pathological cheaters.