I don’t talk about sports that much on here. I’m not quite sure why that is, though it’s probably because more than a few female readers instantly get bored when it turns to sports.
Three words for those types – not marriage material.
Anyhoo, I mull this Terrell Owens thing from time to time. I’ve decided that he’s a damn fool.

This isn’t because he wants more money. I don’t fault him for that. Get what you can when you can. That’s the code of any hustler, and we’re all hustlers at root. So, since buddy thought a few months ago that he could get money by raising a stink, he did. I see ya, playa.
Small problem–that ain’t gonna work. It didn’t work earlier, and it’s not gonna work now.
Instead of now chillin’ out and seeing the writing on the wall, buddy keeps talking. He now says that he wants to come to Atlanta to play for my Falcons.
Not good, man.
When T.O. became a free agent, I was irate with the Falcons for not trying to get him. They needed a wideout like I need to breathe, so it seemed perfect. Instead, he went to Philly and balled outta control.
But now, he won’t shut up.
At some point, futility has to be realized. Buddy’s gonna be playing for the Eagles until they don’t want him to anymore. If he keeps this up, they’ll be chuckin’ batteries at him during home games.
But now he wants to come to Atlanta. Stay where you’re at, pimpin’.
I really think he should get more money. I think he’s fully justified in his case. I also think that I’m justified in thinking Uncle Sam owes me reparations. I ain’t about to mess up my job over that, though. I’m not a sellout. I just like to eat.
So when it became clear that this attempt to get paid wouldn’t work, one would think Owens would just be quiet. I know his agent wishes that he would.
Nope. Buddy won’t shut up.
Ever had a friend that never stopped talking? Unless said’s friend is “Bomani,” that’s some aggravating shit. T.O. is that dude, so I’d prefer not to roll with him.
Plus, he and Vick couldnt’ co-exist. I used to date a girl that was related to a former Falcon, and she made clear that Senor Mexico has some prima donna-ish tendencies. Together with T.O.? They’ll be ripping holes in each other’s prom dresses by Week 7.
So shut up, T.O. Just shut up.