That hurts. I mean, that one really, really hurts. Nothing takes the oomph out of a spirited storm off quite like a locked door. Ron Rivera tried to boldly send the message that he's tired of answering pointed questions about concussions after the Cam Newton fiasco in Week 1 and - due to no fault of his own - he ended up looking like a overly sensitive brat. I realize that the time that it took him to get out of the room didn't alter his point in any way, but the difference between swiftly slamming the door behind you and standing there scowling as someone helps you dramatically changes how your outburst is perceived. If all I saw was an empty chair and heard the boisterous thud of his departure in the background I would be much more inclined to agree that the inquiry that caused it was out of line. However, after watching Ron Rivera stand helplessly at the exit I can't picture him as anything other than a whiney child standing at the end of the candy aisle with his brow furrowed and his arms crossed. I almost wish that he just casually moseyed on back to the podium so that we could forget that little snafu ever happened. Watching him slump out of the presser after all the built up tension and animosity had long been sucked out of the room was damn near more detrimental to his mini-rant than stepping back to the mic and retracting it completely. Old Riverboat Ronnie went all-in on the odds that someone wouldn't child proof the door, and he ended up woefully giving whatever amount of intimidation he had built up back to the house.
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