by Ryan Bush
Let’s just take the
bull by the horns and admit that America’s value system is
completely out-of-whack. No, this is not
a reference to any recent proclamation from the campaign platform of President
Barack Obama or Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney. It’s not even an acknowledgement that way too
many fans are enjoying way too many games of this long, and somewhat tiresome,
NFL preseason. Instead, let’s take a
moment and revisit the recent unpleasantness surrounding the Dallas Cowboys Football Club.
Wide receiver Dez
Bryant turned himself into authorities just prior to the beginning of training
camp on a domestic disturbance charge that was eventually classified as an
alleged assault on his mother. Though
details of the story have been sketchy and incomplete, Bryant admitted he was
in the wrong and showed proper remorse at allowing an innocent argument to make
the national news.
The fact that it
wasn’t his first run-in with the law has forced the Cowboys to impose a list of
off-the-field guidelines that will supposedly keep Bryant away from any vile
influences who habitually cause the kind of trouble that the third-year
receiver has proved prone for falling into.
And so down came the gauntlet squarely on Bryant’s head Sunday morning
in typical prohibitive fashion. No
alcohol. No strip clubs. And a bodyguard at all times.
Dez Bryant & Mom at Press conference |
According to the
pulse of the ever fluctuating Cowboys poll, Bryant’s popularity has crashed
through the cellar floor. Fans are tired
of his late night altercations, his debt, and his act of perceived carelessness
on the field. They are, to put it in a
nutshell that everyone can understand, ashamed.
Thoroughly ashamed. Even
disgustedly ashamed.
Bryant is bordering
on the status of an outcast, even more than he is to receiving a lengthy
suspension from the NFL front-office.
Now, without
condoning assaulting your mother, or developing a taste for over-exuberant
spending, the reaction from Cowboys fans over this latest Bryant episode reeks
of a Texas-sized portion of disingenuousness.
For out of the fog of year’s past, comes the memory of another wide
receiver that wears No. 88 being caught in a hotel room by police with two
“self-employed models” and a load of pot large enough that would result in
anybody being thrown in the slammer and hauled up before the judge.
Fans were outraged
during the court proceedings, and then came completely unhinged when the NFL
suspended him for the first four games of the 1996 season. This was three-time Super Bowl-winning
receiver Michael Irvin under the knife, so many found it expedient to overlook
the fact that he was involved in trafficking dope and an active life of
infidelity. Big deal, fans cried! The Cowboys were looking to make it four
championships in a five-year span, and would need their top wide receiver on
the field for every game, prompting the throngs into a united cry for leniency.
It has long been
acknowledged within the sporting world that there are no sinners in a crowd of
winners. A Super Bowl makes model
citizens out of every dark-hooded knight, three Super Bowls untouchable
legends.
Dez isn’t anywhere
close to receiving that kind of treatment.
Yes, he’s wearing the right jersey number, but has yet to develop a
knack for purchasing the right kind of jewelry.
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