The Juice Isn't Loose!

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Another couple of reasons why I don't want my kids wearing shirts with Bills running backs names on them:

Of course, OJ will now (hopefully) spend the rest of his life behind bars. Much as I felt when he was elected into the Hall of Fame: "Good for him, he deserves it."

Some may say that perhaps my ill-will toward Marshawn Lynch is borne of a problem that I had idolizing an explosive back with a million-dollar smile. We held the man on a pedestal when he didn't belong on a foot stool. Enjoy the cell, Juice, think of Ron and Nicole - perhaps you can sort that whole mess out.

Secondly, Travis Henry is a back that my son did watch and idolize. "He's a beast," my kid told me a few years back. I didn't think he meant it literally. This week, Travis was arrested for distribution of cocaine. He had been suspended from the league a few times and was ultimately fired by Denver. When he was here in Buffalo he was accused of raping a minor. I don't know how that turned out - seems like it was swept away. In any regard - his impressive resume also includes 9 kids from 9 mothers. Beast indeed.

And yet there are people who compare the steroid problem in baseball and A-Rod's divorce/Madonna problem to this sort of behavior. There is a huge difference. Huge. A-Rod frequenting strip joints is not exemplary behavior, I suppose, but it is a far cry from double murder, rape of a minor, and even running down someone on a street corner and not stopping to fill out a police report.

I spent a couple of days at the Children's Hospital - the next time they're making up t-shirts for kids to bear names on their back - I have a couple of nominees.

Good luck, Juice, I was 10 years old when I saw you go over 2000 yards. I couldn't believe how great you were. Now, I hope they serve only bread and water. I'm stumped by how great you didn't turn out to be.

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John said…
Maybe NOW he will find the killer he has been searching for over the past 13 years. He will have many suspects around him
05 October, 2008
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