At this point in his existence, Terrell Owens is a bad habit. It’s true, Terrell, we can’t quit you.

I’m not sure why any self-respecting person would ever watch Dr. Phil, but maybe you’re home sick from work today, and there’s nothing else on in the afternoon. You’ll find yourself channel surfing around 4 p.m. ET, and you’ll see T.O. on a stage with three angry women, and one bald man who talks in comforting, gentle overtones. And you’ll watch, because you can’t not watch.

Today Owens will make his latest shark jump on Dr. Phil, and he’ll face the scorn of three women who, among other things, claim that he’s been missing child support payments, and that he’s generally a horrible father and a worse person. Are you not entertained?

A press release promoting the show provided the main premise for our protagonist.

From the Chicago Sun-Times:

According to a press release from CBS, Owens said most of the $80 million he made in the NFL was squandered or poorly invested. He also said he can’t see his children because of his travel schedule and the fact that the children live in different cities.

While today’s Dr. Phil appearance is another blatant attention grab and an attempt to stay relevant, the error we often make when expressing our annoyance with Owens is an attempt to separate the on-field Owens from the other guy. Owens by nature is flamboyant and charismatic, but away from the field he’s far more shameless, and therefore far more intolerable.

It’s impossible to make that separation. Owens’ stubbornness and inability to quit football is forever tied to his need to stay relevant in pop culture. He’s appears on Dr. Phil’s stage and buys a stake in an IFL team because he’s petrified of the football afterlife, and lacks any coping mechanism whatsoever to deal with merely being normal.

And now you want to know the rest of the story…

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