"Now remember, we lie lie lie..and we dont stop til they quit asking questions."
Who cares if Jim Tressel broke the rules? Is anyone really that surprised that THE Ohio State might have tried to cover up an ugly thing like their players selling their jerseys and jockstraps to drunken attorneys and agents outside the stadium?
If you’re shocked in any way by that, please step into a Delorean now and take your ass back in time until you’re just about to win one for the Gipper. Collegiate sports aren’t about scholastics anymore and they haven’t been for thirty years. The truth is, this stuff happens all the time all over the country, even to guys who write books like The Winners Manual: For the Game of Life.
There’s a real story in all this, and it’s this stupid notion that just because reporters sit around you all day and ask you questions, doesn’t mean you’re an expert on life itself.
How much self-guidance literature has Jim Tressel put out on the market in the last ten years? Whatever the number is, it has to be too many because no one should be taking life advice from this guy. When he found out about what was going on with Pryor and the other boys, he should’ve gotten on the right side of things, but instead he decided ride with the Buckeye booster wagons. Jim, it’s easy to write down on a page always do the right thing. It’s a little different walking around in real life when you’re trying to win National Championships.
Take former Fanhouse.com columnist and ESPN personality Jay Mariotti for just one of many other examples. He never wrote a crappy life-coaching novel, but he was out there everyday, trashing every single professional athlete who just so happened to be screw up while he was out at da’ club. He bashed players for drunk driving, having too many illegitimate children with too many random women (I swear, I’m not referencing you Cromartie), smoking crack and/or weed, unpaid parking tickets, and the list goes on. All the while he’s letting his hands score the arguments with his girlfriend.
It might be time for the general public to turn their backs on these self-appointed life gurus of the sports world who seem to think their shit never smells like anything other than freshly cut roses.
Bottom line is, you read Lawrence Taylor’s book on how to sack a quarterback, not his guide to a stable home life and safe family environment.
So should Jim Tressel, a snake in the college football grass, really be the man we are taking life lessons from?
—–Seth Newton
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