How Has A Professional Running Back Managed To Become Your Fat Friend That Finally Started Working Out?
Okay, it was funny at first, but I think I have had enough. I took the "is Eddie Lacy fat, is he not fat?" rollercoaster for a ride, and it was a good time. Not something I need to do again, but a good time. I guess I am happy that he has gotten himself in shape, but even typing that sentence about a professional athlete makes my blood boil. His job is to stay in shape. From early February to late July the ONLY thing Eddie Lacy has to do is stay in shape. That would be like shaking someone's hand and patting them on the ass every time they finished a spreadsheet at their office job. We don't go out of our way to praise every single person that's completing menial tasks at blue collar jobs, do we? This isn't Carol in accounting that's balancing a 9-5, two kid's schedules, and still managed to find enough time to hit the elliptical and work off her second pregnancy chin. It's an NFL RUNNING BACK. When you devote your life to getting paid millions to play a sport then you are supposed to give up the right to being told "you look great!". I can't do this anymore. I can't read anymore encouraging comments about the state of his health. Quite frankly, it makes me sick. Those compliments are reserved for people like me who accidentally wandered into a gym after packing on 30 pounds of water (beer) weight in college. They are reserved for your fat friend that finally got off the couch, ran (walked) a mile, and reminded the world that he does - in fact - have a jawline. They aren't for an athlete with an egg roll addiction.