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Still, you can't blame White Shoes and JJ for what's happening now, just like you can't blame "Hungry Like the Wolf" for spawning those brutal R. Kelly video operas. The new breed of receiver can't go a month without slamming his QB or coach. He demands to renegotiate contracts that were negotiated 12 months before and rarely seems happy unless he's appearing on a talk show or a magazine cover. He writes books with in-your-face titles like Just Give Me the Damn Ball! and Catch This! He always wants the ball -- always -- and if you ever thought about forgetting that, he keeps reminding you. He jaws with D-backs after every catch, screaming stuff like "All day, baby, all day!" and "That's right, baby, that's right!" On the sideline, he stalks around like a caged puma, with no teammate coming within 10 feet of him. He spends an inordinate amount of time working on TD celebrations, de rigeur forms of expression at this point (but really, what are they expressing other than "Look at me?"). Everyone else makes excuses for him -- "He's a warrior, he just wants to win" and "What can you do, he's a wide receiver?" being my favorites -- only they're really thinking, Should we start sneaking Prozac into his Gatorade? Invariably, he wears out his welcome and changes zip codes. And if he's fortunate, everyone will forgive his sins when he retires-after all, it was just part of the act, right? -- so he's free to pursue a lucrative TV career.
i miss steve largent...
i miss steve largent...