D.B. of the Week - Roger Goodell

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(The D.B. of the Week is a day early...tomorrow is 9/11)

How can this even be avoided?

The biggest story of the early week, of course, once more belonged to the National Football League, and once again it was really bad news.

Now this isn't the guy from the 49ers who stands accused of hitting his pregnant girlfriend...no...this is old news.

On Monday we all had a chance to watch the Ray Rice video where he floored his then-fiance with a devastating left hook.

We all knew it happened that way, but we hadn't seen it yet.

Back about 3 months ago he apologized for it. The Ravens fans gave him standing ovation after standing ovation. The coach, the team president and his now happy-but-I'm-guessing-only-half-conscious-new-wife begged the league for mercy.

And Roger Goodell gave it to him.

This is the same guy who throws suspensions around fairly liberally.

4 games for a molly.

A full season for a joint.

But alas, Rice was suspended for only 2 games.

The Ravens 3rd game was scheduled to be a nationally televised affair.

Ulterior motive in a cash-hungry league?

Whatever, right?

The cops didn't really charge Rice with much. He looked good when he apologized. We only saw her being dragged out of the elevator up to that point.

Did Roger think she feinted?

And here is why Roger gets the D.B. of the week.

There are only 2 possible scenarios:

1). He saw the tape and didn't think anyone else would and the Ravens owner put pressure on him and he caved...

Or

2). He didn't see the tape and he figured that Rice's girlfriend had low blood sugar and legs like the scarecrow, and that she really had passed out because she was in the company of such an amazing athlete who everyone really, really likes.

Seriously.

How did Goodell go about figuring the two games?

More importantly, after seeing footage of that:

How in the f&8K is Ray Rice not in jail?

In a league filled with one black eye after another how do they spin this one to make it taste all right as the fans chew on it?

Do they have all their players wear black and blue ribbons for the battered women of the players who pound them?

And then the NFL can keep 95% of the proceeds and send along the 5% to a battered women's shelter?

So many questions.

One big D.B.

Congrats, Goodell...

You won the award.

Hang it on the wall of your retirement home when they fire you.

But they won't.

Because like you...the league is filled with cowards.

Big, tough, women-beating, drunk-driving, drug-taking, D.B.cowards.

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