Get the Hell Out
That's the photo of a car driven by a football star. Marcell Dareus is a morbidly obese Pro Bowl player for the Buffalo Bills. I'm willing to bet that there are more than a thousand people who put on a shirt with his name on it and trudge down to the Ralph to cheer for this big idiot.
He crashed his car less than a mile from my house. He was racing a teammate in the middle of the day on his way home from what was certainly a rigorous practice.
Thankfully no one was coming the other way.
Thankfully he didn't drive into the restaurant and kill people who were eating a meal.
Thankfully he didn't plow into my wife or kids or your wife or kids.
And you know what would've happened if he had?
He would've walked away from the scene and bemoaned the fact that he made 'a mistake' and his bloated lawyer would've gotten him off and he would've returned to his fat paycheck, his locker filled with gifts because of his "talents". Mindless numb-nuts would've pulled his jersey on and cheered for him.
And some family would've lost a Mom or a Dad or a kid or an Aunt or Uncle or brother or sister.
Sorry Bills fans.
Get this idiot the hell out of our community!
He was arrested a month ago for drugs.
He missed team meetings last year and was benched.
He showed up to "camp" and vowed to be on "the straight and narrow". He had "learned his lesson".
He's a star.
He's held to a much higher standard. He is a menace to the community and the community has to revoke his million dollar salary and the life of leisure he is living as he plays a game.
I don't know about you, but the above photo truly pisses me off.
Think of your wife or kids under the wheel of his friggin' luxury car.
And what really angers me about it?
He's laughing.
I'm certain of it.
He thinks it's funny.
When does he run out of chances, folks?
When he runs over someone's loved one?
Is that what we're waiting for?
Get the hell out!
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