Masoli is looking to transfer to Ole Miss after getting kicked off of Oregon’s squad for marijuana possession and a misdemeanor burglary charge. He would be able to play without sitting out if he enrolled in a master’s program that Oregon did not offer. He might be a thug, but make no mistake about it, he is a beast. Poor man’s Tebow if you will.
You read that right. It’s your fault. It’s my fault. It’s not the athlete’s fault.
In the last few years, it seems like the trouble that professional athletes have caused has exploded exponentially: countless DUI’s, guys getting tazed, shot, in high speed chases, and caught involved in drugs. Can’t forget about Michael Vick. And I even think I heard something about steroids in baseball the other day.
But honestly, what do you expect? These guys are ticking time bombs that we build from the moment we see talent.
From middle school, these guys are patted on the back and told how great they are and of how great they could be. In high school, they begin to get publicized in the school newspaper, hometown paper, and maybe in the big newspapers around the state. Everything they read and are told is supportive, yet adds volatility; another solder joint in the bomb. After reading about how tremendous he is, the athlete begins to believe it. Why wouldn’t he? At 17, when popularity is the only form of self-assessment, it’s easy to accept that you’re super-human.
Then come the awards. And the scholarship offers. Keep packing on the plutonium. Colleges then give out “free jobs.” The jobs that athletes don’t have to show up to, yet still receive paychecks and no one says a word. Agents and scouts, the guys who pick out talent for a living, start sending illegitimate gift packages while the athlete is still in school. Wrap that plutonium in C4.
Now set the charge by adding national media attention and praise as if he’s the second coming of Jordan, Sayers, and Ruth all rolled into one.
All the necessary elements for an incendiary device are accounted for. Now all you have to do is hand them the detonator and wait for the fireworks. Except this time, the detonator is not a little red button. It’s a lot of green Benjamin Franklins, and a fat bank account.
With the kind of money (i.e. perception of power) that a professional athlete is given, an implosion upon himself is near impossible to avoid. It’s a wonder that it doesn’t happen more often.
They can’t help it. That’s the bomb we built them to be.
Greg Paulus still has a year of eligibility left on the football field, and according to Fox Sports, could very well end up being the next QB for Rich Rodriguez and the Michigan Wolverines. The last time he played in Ann Arbor, his floor slapping teammates got beat 81-73 in a game where Paulus played only 10 minutes and didn’t make a shot.
I don’t think Paulus will be a very effective QB if this pans out, but he can’t be much worse than Threet was.
After Michigan State’s ass beating last night it got me thinking. How sucky is the Big Ten in National Championship games? Well my friends, they suck really bad. Here is the run down of the Basketball and Football (only college sports people care about) National Championship games since 2000 that involved a Big Ten team:
Michigan State vs. Florida – – MSU 89 UF 76
Ohio State vs. Miami – – OSU 31 The U 24 (double OT, and some phantom calls)
Indiana vs. Maryland – – IU 52 Maryland 64
Illinois vs. UNC – – Illinois 70 UNC 75
Ohio State vs. Florida – – OSU 14 UF 41
Ohio State vs. LSU – – OSU 14 LSU 38
Ohio State vs. Florida – – OSU 75 UF 84
Michigan State vs. UNC – – MSU 72 UNC 89
For those of you keeping score at home, thats a 2-6 record in National Championship Games since 2000 and 0 for their last 6. Way to show up when it counts. Also, the Big Ten has ELEVEN teams. I hate the Big Ten, HOLLER IF YOU HEAR ME!
Has it really gotten this bad for OSU? Are they really thinking a Cheerleader can help their team? I know they are probably tired of getting that ass stomped by the teams that actually play in real BCS conferences (SEC, BIG 12, PAC 10, and NOT the BIG EAST, it is just as bad as the BIG Ten.), but this is a laugher. Well, I guess it is the Big Ten, so a cheerleader couldn’t hurt. Don’t believe me, check it out for yourself.