It most definitely makes me a bad person, but the cold, black portion of my heart skipped a beat when I went to search for pictures of Junior Galette in a Redskins uniform and there were only like 6 to choose from. I know you should never root for injuries, but is it equally as frowned upon to derive pleasure from them after they have already happened? Give that a quick thought while I pull the pin out of the leg of my Junior Galette voodoo doll. I made the Karma joke when he suffered this same injury last offseason, but I think it might be time to consider that the name of the girl he mercilessly whipped with his belt was actually named Karma. Not gonna lie, she looked like she had a bitchy side to her and it would certainly explain why he hasn't played a single down of meaningful football after going on multiple tirades that made long time CTE patients seem mentally stable.
Anyway, It wouldn't be right of me not to give credit where it's due. That why I need to tip my cap to Junior Galette's ligaments for doing the unthinkable. It was next to impossible to make the Saints decision to cut him and subsequently eat a comical amount of dead money seem financially responsible, but they pulled it off. Also a quick shoutout to his tattoo artist for managing to tag him with some ink that's even less relevant than the huge Fleur De Lis he had needled into his skin before promptly being dismissed from New Orleans. Also a light round of applause for Fate. He must read the site and grew tired of a seemingly endless amount of material dedicated to an (now largely insignificant) enigmatic player who was somehow cursed with an amount of raw stupidity that outweighed the blessing of pure athleticism. It's actually shocking that it's his body that inevitably cost him a successful career and not his mouth. Even from a stretcher he's continuing to beat the odds.