Clemson's Ben Boulware Got The National Championship Trophy Tatted On His Achilles Heel For The Haters
I am undoubtedly not MLB pitcher Matt Garza and Ben Boulware surely isn't an independent woman that is trying to have recreational sex without becoming a mother. That's why I won't be the one to tell him what to put on or in his body. I will, however, discourage athletes from permanently branding themselves every time they prove a talking head wrong. That's partially because getting a retaliatory tattoo seems like a horrible idea, but - more importantly - it's because the radical state of sports media would have a player that was successful with any consistency running out room for new ink quicker than J.R. Smith.
Obviously an understated ode to an unforgettable memory in a place that won't keep the Clemson linebacker from going corporate after football isn't the most ill advised of body art. However, if this becomes his "thing" then he's going to exhaust all of his symbolic extremities by the time his second season in the NFL rolls around. His collar bones will only provide a pretty limited canvas after showing Mel Kiper that he can - indeed - "shoulder" the load. I don't want him to have to saran wrap his calves during the summer after his draft status is undeniable proof that Mike Mayock was full of shit when he said his scouting report didn't have a "leg" to stand on. That trophy will never not mean something to Ben Boulware after he helped Clemson stake their claim to it by beating the collegiate equivalent of a pro football factory in the National Championship. That said, the unfortunate truth is that posting it on Twitter only let's Desmond Howard know that someone was actually paying attention to his dumbass and - really - that's far more important to him than being anywhere close to accurate.