Chucky Out!

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I always thought Jon Gruden was a little off, but he won a super bowl with Tampa a long time ago and he became like a football coach god of sorts.

He went into the booth as an announcer and he was all macho talk about how tough a guy had to be, all testosterone and cliches about rage and gruffness.

I always wondered how he managed a team of professional athletes.

Did they buy into all that crap?

Well, he got a king’s ransom to get back into coaching with the Raiders and the results weren’t all that great.

The team was doing all right this year and there was talk about the Raiders (who have had 5 different homes since I was a kid) being back!

Gruden won’t be the guy who leads them there, cause he resigned last night.

For sending emails that bashed everyone by using terms that are slanderous to a whole bunch of people including women, gays, and everyone who recognizes that the macho crap was tired a long time ago.

Know what bugs me the most about it?

The people who are going to argue that Gruden lives in America where we have “free speech.”

We do have free speech, but the consequences for calling people, and groups of people slanderous names, isn’t free.

Your employer can, and should fire you for it.

“It was a long time ago!” Fans of Gruden will scream.

It was 2018!

He called the commissioner of the sport a f***ot over an email!

How stupid could he be???

“We all used to call each other that when we were kids!”

And we did.

That is true.

But that was 40 years ago.

We were supposed to evolve.

Gruden can’t survive as a leader of men in today’s society with those damning items coming out. 

I’m not sure how the Jacksonville coach Urban Meyer survives either.

Listen.

We don’t have to be perfect.

But we do have to be human beings.

Those guys are under a microscope. Want to be racist or homophobic or just plain nasty to groups of people who you don’t know?

Do it in the privacy of your own home where no one has to hear it, or read it.

Chucky out!

And the good thing is his tired, macho, tough guy crap is over too.

Happy retirement. 

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