Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Myron Rolle

A lot of people say football has clearly surpassed baseball as the definitive "American Pastime." Given attendance numbers, TV ratings and the like, it's hard to disagree.

Still, as a baseball man myself, it gives me some serious joy to read about Myron Rolle and the myriad ways in which the NFL is revealing itself to be the cesspool of American professional sports.

To those who don't know, Myron Rolle was a standout safety at Florida State two years ago. After he completed his junior year he had the choice of going straight to the NFL, finishing his senior year there to improve his draft stock, or going to Oxford as a Rhodes Scholar. He chose, in true Hallmark-heartwarming fashion, the Rhodes Scholar option. This decision has apparently cost him dearly, as he was recently drafted 207th overall in last week's NFL draft.

This wouldn't be such a big deal if it hadn't become clear in the past few months that many, if not all teams in the NFL were looking suspiciously upon Rolle for embarking on this eminently praiseworthy path of his because it showed a certain lack of "dedication" to football. I realize that NFL franchises are in the business of winning football games, not employing smart men who also happen to be good football players, but for the LOVE OF GOD, the next time some moronic sports pundit goes all "HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?" about the next Roethlisberger or Michael Vick or whatever scumbag ends up violating the rights of dogs or women they should punch themselves in the face hard enough and with enough repetition to knock themselves out and do us all a favor.

Football is a meat market sport, plain and simple. If they cared about anything other than performance these incidents would not be happening with such alarming regularity. I realize that the NFL does not have a monopoly on idiot athletes but it is certainly becoming clear, whether because of the intrinsic violence of football itself or any number of other possibilities, that it is easily filled with the highest concentration of scumbags, player and executive alike.

How do I know this? Well there was another lovely incident during this past year's draft besides what happened to Myron Rolle.

Dez Bryant, a star wide receiver from Oklahoma State who had something of a history of rules infractions, but has never been arrested or even accused of using drugs, was talking to the Miami Dolphins during an interview when one of the Dolphins executives asked him whether or not his mother was ever a prostitute. Personally, I wish Bryant had punched the guy in the face, but apparently he's a much bigger man than this asshole, because he didn't. Still, one has to wonder about the arrogance of a person to ask such a question, since Bryant's mother's occupation would presumably have no bearing on his ability to contribute to the Dolphins as a wide receiver. But alas, John Ireland, who is the Dolphins General Manager no less, has obviously become calloused enough in the ways of NFL player evaluations that he felt no awkwardness at voicing such a disgusting query which would in any other line of work result in him getting fired or at least reprimanded harshly.

Then again, if Bryant was white and put Biblical verses on the eye black he wore under his eyes like a certain overrated evangelical I'm sure his mother could have been Lindsay Lohan and no one would have batted an eye.

I'll take rampant steroid use any old day of the week.




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