…And Another One: Brandon Marshall Catches The "Me" Disease

There must be something in the water this off-season because NFL wide receivers have been off the chain in 2009.

Plaxico Burress, Donte’ Stallworth, Michael Crabtree, Roddy White, and now, Brandon Marshall.

It’s ridiculous the level of immaturity being shown by these “grown a– men”; it reminds me of that scene in ‘Jerry Maguire’ where the guy is crying to Firestone about how ‘people just don’t understand the kind of pressure that $50 million come with’…Seriously?

Here’s the problem, these guys get paid to play a game that comes naturally to them. It’s not their fault that they are talented and well-respected for their skills. No, not at all, but some of these guys need a reality check.

Plaxico Burress: you shot yourself in the leg after carrying an unlicensed firearm into a public place. Did the security guard let you in? Yes. Did that make it any less illegal? No. The punishment is jail. It is what it is—you made your bed….

Donte’ Stallworth: you got behind the wheel while you were still loaded to the gills. Did the pedestrian jaywalk? Uh huh. Does it relieve you of the crime? No. Why? Because you were more in the wrong than he was simply by being behind the wheel. Did the NFL need to suspend you? Yep. Was it for too long? Nope—you made your bed….

Michael Crabtree: you played a couple nice years at Texas Tech. Your pass-happy offense gave you the benefit that players like A.J. Green of Georgia and Ryan Tannehill of Texas A&M don’t have in that you were the primary target on most every play. You reaped the rewards of that by being a top 10 pick. Does that mean you are a future Hall of Fame candidate? No. It means you have a chance to prove you are not a fluke. Period.

That said, don’t be mad because you aren’t getting Top 5 respect like Heyward-Bey. Oakland wanted him, not you. Keep being a fool and you will be a free agent like former USC wide receiver Mike Williams—no jersey and no team to call your own.

Roddy White: glad you got your contract, big guy, but you are no Larry Fitzgerald. Never will be.
That said, now that you have your money, Falcons fans and brass alike will expect your best Fitzgerald impression.

That means no dropped passes…when you are wide open…in the end zone.

If you can’t manage to maintain or sustain your level of “greatness”, expect to be ridiculed and ostracized. Don’t be mad if that happens either, because, you made your bed…

Which brings me to Brandon Marshall; what the hell? All he hasn’t done is fall on the ground and rock back and forth in the fetal position. He is quickly becoming a lecherous commodity with no value whatsoever in the league.

He’s had a couple nice years with Jay Cutler throwing him the ball but even before that, he was getting into unnecessary trouble and making poor choices off the field.

Even Jay Cutler had to call him out on his idiocy at one point—this isn’t new behavior from Brandon. The difference now is that he is being a petulant child as opposed to just an immature adult.

I’m actually starting to feel a little sorry for Coach Josh McDaniels, he seems to be losing control over this team at a frenetic pace. It may be time for him to take another page from his former boss, Bill Belichick, and lay a firm hand down on these guys before it really gets out of hand.

Look at Randy Moss. Obviously Bill knows a little something about petulant wide receivers.

As for our boy Brandon, it’s obvious he’s feeling a little overwhelmed by a new playbook, a new coach, and a new quarterback. That’s okay. However, his refusal to act like a man about it has him looking like he may need some mental health attention.

To him, I say, it’s time for you to get your act together and do what’s best for your career because, despite what you might think, no one is irreplaceable in the NFL.

But, on the other hand, if you choose to continue this stupidity and make yourself into a mockery of a man who no team—not even the Cincinnati Bengals—would want to claim, well then, you made your bed…

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