Live look at Michael Floyd checking his mentions... 
I believe in second chances so if you had asked me five minutes ago if I was bothered by the fact that Michael Floyd is a Super Bowl Champion then I would have told you no. That is, assuming I actually remembered that he was on the Patriots. I know winning coaches tend to haphazardly spew the empty, baseless rhetoric that truly successful teams require every single player to fulfill a vital role, but - during the handful of times New England actually called upon his services - Michael Floyd's YAC paled in comparison to the BAC that got him there. We are talking about a wide receiver that was inactive for a Super Bowl in which the people in front of him on the depth chart spent the entire first half dropping passes. A former first round pick that got axed by a struggling team because they couldn't find the English words to justify the drunken Spanglish he was muttering to an officer during a mid-lane stop. Ready for this stat line? One catch for nine yards in three playoff games. Michael Floyd was as much of a passenger during the Patriots title run as he was when he was while laying unconscious in the driver's seat of a running motor vehicle while in traffic. That's not to say that he's not a champion. Hell, it's not even to say that he shouldn't take some sort of illusionary, fictitious pride in the ring he did nothing to earn. It just means that he probably shouldn't be on social media acting as if a piece of jewelry that symbolizes his stupidity serves as some sort of redemption for getting blackout drunk, disgracing himself and his former organization, and putting the lives of innocent strangers in imminent danger. Michael Floyd fell ass backwards onto an upward moving escalator. It doesn't bother me that he got to the top. It bothers me that he's talking about the climb as if it's some heroic tale of perseverance when he was absolutely nothing more than dead weight during it.
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