Like all of you I try to gobble up every piece of information I can find about my favorite teams and players. That’s one of the reasons draft week is so fun because everyone puts on their deer-stalker cap, trying to find some revealing nugget that will portend NFL greatness or Ryan Leaf-ness.
Most often these are physical characteristics. We hear Mel Kiper talk about “hands at the point of attack”, or “hip swivel”, or “stiff upper body”. Sometimes you can’t tell if it’s the NFL Draft or tryouts at Temptations.
None of these things tells us one iota about the character of a guy and most understand that, all physical attributes equal, character trumps everything else.
And that brings me to the point. It’s difficult to come to grips with this because, like you, I love knowing the inside information on all my guys. But…
I’m giving up following players on Twitter.
I’ve come to the realization that maybe less is more when it comes to understanding how players tick, what they do with their time, what their social and political views are.
The Twitterverse is chock full of obscenely stupid, racist, homophobic, misogynistic and ill-informed comments. And that’s just Larry Johnson’s page. I kid, I kid.
And how about Rashard Mendenhall? He dropped this lovely nugget on the rug a few weeks ago.
“What kind of person celebrates death? It’s amazing how people can HATE a man they have never even heard speak. We’ve only heard one side…”
Let’s not get mired down in the details of politics and religion. Let’s just take this at face value.
Does he mean we might have misinterpreted that whole ‘planes into buildings’ message Osama sent? Really!?!
I do want to know this; did his agent stroke out immediately or just a have a massive Grand Mal seizure?
Imagine a Chiefs player saying this and then running out between the Red Coaters next year. What would the fan response be? I’m not sure I want to know. Three hours of Bud Light and BBQ in the Arrowhead parking lot can make folks do crazy things.
Which brings us back to the point. I decided I don’t want to know how you talk to women, view people of different races, religions or lifestyles. I don’t want to know that you are at a cockfight (I’m looking at you Kareem Jackson). It’s all starting to feel tawdry.
If I’m an agent for an NFL player, I immediately suspend my players accounts and hire a nice college intern to tweet about working out, nutrition for kids, charity work and the like.
It’s sad really. I’ll miss some things.
I wish I were more voyeuristic so I might enjoy seeing the English language typed in a form that more closely resembles a mixture of Klingon and Sanskrit.
Or learn more euphemisms for the term ‘Ho’.
Or expand my knowledge of aftermarket car wheel products.
Or playing “Where’s Weedo” in your party Twitpics.
Oh it’s all rushing back to me now! This habit may be tougher to kick than previously thought.
Please post your favorite NFL Twitter feeds in the comment section so we can all enjoy some good, clean fun together.