He tried to tell you Todd. Muhammad Wilkerson isn't some basic bitch in his mid-20's actively downplaying the significance of his birthday during the weeks leading up to it just to remind his friends and co-workers that they better fucking plan something for his birthday. If he says he doesn't want to do anything on his special day then he doesn't want to do ANYTHING on his special day, and that includes show up to a walkthrough prior to one of the sixteen games he's being paid handsomely to participate in. Not Big Mo's fault that no listened to him. I'm sure a room full of grown ass professional athletes standing around some generic Carvel cake watching the candle wax drip all over the icing was a pretty awkward scene, but it was a scene that was completely avoidable if the Jets organization paid more attention to their players actual birthday wishes. It's obviously a privilege to play in the NFL, but if I were a part of that dumpster fire of a team then the only b-day present I would want is an unexcused day off too.
In all seriousness, pretty ballsy/IDGAF move by Muhammad Wilkerson. I can't imagine the enigmatic defensive linemen who habitually skips meetings was the first person to get his own cake, so that means he decided to sleep in knowing he would have been the guest of honor upon his arrival. I don't think the absence of a 6'4, 300 pound defensive lineman ever flies completely under the radar, but you you definitely can't get away with playing hooky when your entire defensive unit is planning on serenading you. It's not so much his decision to repeatedly treat the watching of game tape like it's a Friday morning college lecture that makes me think his benching was well deserved, it's his decision to do so on the day that he would have undoubtedly been the most sought after person in the building. After all, nothing sends a locker room into disarray quicker than the in-fighting that results from one member of a group, likkkke, totallllly blowing off the party on purpose.