While Mum Is The NFL's Word, Nickell Robey-Coleman Continues To Publicly Brag About His Uncalled Penalties
For those keeping score at home, a shutout is very much still on the table. As of now, the proverbial JumboTron currently reads...
Number of times the NFL has publicly addressed a blatant helmet-to-helmet hit (remember when those were still being emphasized ad nauseam?) on a defenseless receiver who was yet to be within 10 feet of the ball going unpenalized: 0
Number of times the player who desperately delivered the dangerous hit has publicly bragged about/celebrated intentionally cheating his team into a last chance at a championship: 3
Full disclosure, the last thing I wanted to hear after the Saints were victimized by grand theft was an apology from a getaway driver like Roger Goodell. There's nothing the Commissioner of the NFL could possibly say that would make anyone feel better his own handsomely compensated officials altering the course of history with their gutlessness. That being said, he should still probably say something, or really anything, about the huge stain the shield incurred on Sunday afternoon.
A flag not being thrown was nothing short of an absolute embarrassment for a league that swears up and down that they care about head injuries. Yet, somehow and someway, the situation has become even more embarrassing throughout each passing day of silence since. Nickell Robey-Coleman is on social media taking a pathetic sense of pride in his ability to damn near decapitate a sitting duck, and the bajillion dollar business that's spent countless man hours hopelessly/disingenuously trying to model itself as something remotely close to safe can't even be bothered to remove their iron thumb from their ass and say so much as a sorry. Loyal football fans, outside of all 356 that reside in Los Angeles, have every reason to lose as much trust in the on-field product as they already have in the handling of off-the-field transgressions, and the league that thrives on their obsession can't even muster up a public apology.
I know I only speak for a majority of Saints' fans that, due to nothing more than the love of their own team, will be all-in on the NFL again next year. Still, this quiet cowardice that has allowed for a professional player to puff his chest out and peacock in the wake of his uncalled penalties, like someone making it rain out of the sunroof after successfully robbing a bank, only makes the decision to not watch the Super Bowl an even easier one.