Monday, March 9, 2009

“I had such f*ckin’ hopes for us.”

“I had such f*ckin’ hopes for us.”
-Det. Jimmy McNulty

Well, now you’re a Bill. Great. I hope it works out for you. I really and truly do. I was personally holding out hope that the Titans would bring you back home, and add the one thing they’ve been missing. But you know, you gotta do right by you.

A lot of folks have been saying things like “don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” That’s not me. I watched you on virtually every play. I saw what you did. I saw what you gave, and you earned your keep, as far as I’m concerned. Unfortunately, I feel like I’m the only person that saw it. You see, people here in Dallas tend to read tabloids and the like. Because of this, most people remember 2007 like this.

Not me, Terrell. I actually watched the games. You blocked your ass off. Felix Jones probably owes half his touchdowns to you, and those were some sweet touchdowns. On the best days, you could finish someone off and beat whoever had the ball to the end zone. Those were the good days. Jason Witten owes half of his touchdowns to you, also. Most defenses were freaking out about how to stop you from doing anything.

Mostly, as a Cowboys fan, I’ll remember that you put an end to Drew Bledsoe’s reign of terror. You know what it’s like watching Drew Bledsoe play football? It’s like watching paint dry. Then age. Then crack. Then fall leafily to the ground. As a fan of the game, I’ll remember you the way you deserve to be remembered, as the best player on the field for my team.

Most people only see the “I love me some me” side of you. They even mock the sensitive, team player side of you.
That’s because people are haters, T.O. You just have to shake haters off.

But that’s neither here nor there.

I’m really looking forward to some good stuff coming from you being teamed up with Marshawn Lynch. Hopefully you hit it off with him. I don’t know why, but I think you guys might see eye to eye on some issues.

Have fun up there, man. If you need me to drive up there and whoop Trent Edward’s ass, just holla. I’ll do it. For you, Terrell. For you.


  1. T.O absolutely baffles me. Balls out on the field...every play. Complete asshat off the field. It's almost like he can't/doesn't want to be loved.

  2. I love me some me, too. Who doesn't?

  3. What he really wants is to play for the raiders. TO in Oakland 2012 calling it right now