Smoking the Pony

C'mon. C'MON. Come the F*&# on.

Green's DUI is bad, but hey it happens to the best of us (well, okay not everyone, but I can understand and forgive this). But having a bag of dope on your person, in your car no less, WHILE YOU ARE DRUNK no less.... that is just pathetic in all the ways professional atheltic lameness has been so well documented in recent years.

Somehow, the recurring nature of these episodes lead me to the door of Mr. Butch Davis. Let's see, we've had Gerard Warren partying like John Popper. We've had Mike Sellers actually being a "Seller." We've had O.J. Santiago living the dreadlocked life. And now supposed shy and upstanding citizen William Green is cruising in the extra, extra slow lane. I'd like to know where he was coming from -- Did he just order a twelve pack of soft tacos in the drive-thru or was he, you know, coming from Big Money's house. Anyway, a rational man would conclude what my dear friend and fellow Browns die-hard has: "You hire a Miami coach, you get a Miami team."

Oh yeah, I should also mention this same friends simple yet cutting assessment of Butch and most of these players: "We (the fans) will be here long after they're gone." Youc an say that again. We (the fans) will be here long after they're gone.