I didn’t think Terrell Owens (a once highly successful NFL player) and Tim Tebow (a one-time punt protector) would ever have anything in common. Yet, here we are.
They’re both irrelevant right now, and they’re both clinging to whatever shred of an NFL career that remains. Yet whenever either says or does anything of note, media folk write words about them, and allow their existence to continue. Like, say, the words I’m writing now. Hey, it’s a Monday in May, dammit.
And besides, we haven’t checked in with Owens for a while, so surely he really is doing or saying something interesting now.
That’s Stevan Ridley, and he’s bigger than you. You may be taller (he’s 5’11″) and you may even be fatter (he weighs 220), but he’s still bigger because he’s both of those things. He’s a lean and finely tuned athletic machine, and now he’s sculpted himself even further to make hurting people easier.
I was looking forward to starting this day with something fun. Maybe it’s the nice weather in my current location of the world, or maybe I’m just overjoyed about an upcoming sporting event this evening that doesn’t invlove football in any manner (GO HABS GO).
But alas, Daryl Washington has surfaced to provide us with another tale of his offseason spiral into complete idiocy.
As I write this, there are roughly 12 hours left in the month of April. Or if you live on the west coast, there are 15 hours. Or if you live in New Zealand (a hotbed for 100 Yards and Running readership), April has been over for a while now.
It’s the time of the year when patios are swept off, and lined with recently emptied bottles. On the right coast it’ll soon be warm enough that a coat isn’t necessary, which means many will rush summer, and remove more articles of clothing. Don’t be the bro who walks around in shorts when it’s 15 degrees (59 in American).
So as the flowers bloom and the birds sing, Dwight Freeney is coming to the realization that he needs to find employment. And doing that requires being much more reasonable.
I promised myself that after addressing the destroyer of good football discourse known as Tim Tebow earlier this morning with a lengthy, cleansing rant, I’d steer clear for a while. Yet here we are again.
But this extra bit is necessary to note something that many seem to be taking for granted: Tebow would be a backup in the CFL too.
Here it is, guys. The Aaron Rodgers extension that breaks all the banks.
The Packers have finalized a contract extension with Rodgers that’s been in the works for quite some time. NFL Network’s Ian Rapoport says it’s the richest contract in NFL history, eclipsing the average annual mark set by Joe Flacco earlier this offseason ($20.1 million).
Ready for the terms? You’ll be reminded that you have less money than Aaron Rodgers.
Aaron Rodgers new contract: 5 years, $110M. That’s $22M per. $40M in the first year (wow). Over $62M in the first three years.
Rapoport also adds that despite the mountainous collection of cash that Rodgers has now signed off on which will keep him in Green Bay through his age 35 season, the cap hit remains highly manageable after a shrewd move by general manger Ted Thompson. Over the life of the new contract, Rodgers’ cap number doesn’t exceed $21 million, which easily gives the Packers flexibility to address other needs that may arise.
That compares quite favorably to Flacco’s contract which comes with a cap hit of $29 million in the fourth year. The same elation being felt today in Green Bay also spread wide smiles across the collective face of Baltimore when the defending champs secured their pivot. But realistically, his contract will have to be restructured three years from now.
Although the record-setting deal gives Rodgers a whole lot of cash, it falls well short of the once rumored $25 million annually, which is a major win for Thompson.