(Starting at 8:48) You know what, I think I just have to tip my cap here. For, as moronic as Ray Lewis sounds, I actually think he just did the impossible. In implying that one of the most nauseatingly narcissistic players in all of sports needs to find a higher power, he somehow made a manufactured story about some hypothetical relationship between Odell Beckham Jr. and Jesus Christ entirely about himself. This isn't about the importance of religion. It's not about the inhibited maturity of a personality that's on the verge of getting the transcendently talented player it belongs to traded for far less than he's worth. That presumptuous, holier than thou rant about having a "foundation" was the product of an ego bruised by a lack of incoming calls from a current NFL player... Ray Lewis, who was at the very least an accomplice to murder, just blamed the curious case of Odell Beckham on the people he chooses to surround himself with, but - if you listen closely - it actually has nothing to do with that at all. That critique was just a bunch of filibustering aimed at making you forget that some hypocritical jackass whose public presence on television is a constant threat to the integrity of sports media is upset that an NFL superstar decided to opt-out of over-the-phone Bible study with someone who is headed straight to hell if even half of its passages are rooted in truth. Don't fall for the God-fearing schtick, because Ray Lewis is basically just mad that he got ghosted by someone who is younger, cooler, and more relevant than him. From what I gather, I don't even like the millennial's millennial that is Odell Beckham. Still, that ridiculous argument had less legs to stand on than a Tinder date making a regrettable mistake on a first date, and - oddly enough - they both have a dismissiveness in further contact in common.
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