Man, I would love to be a professional athlete. Basically, you get paid millions upon millions of dollars to do whatever you want without ever having to face consequences or responsibility. Oh sure, there are those fines that amount to thousands of dollars, but that's just a drop in the bucket. That's one less sports car a month. I, among many Americans, happily overlook this trend because of the thrill of a truly phenomenal sporting event. So, for a lot of Plaxico Burress's shenanigans this season, I simply rolled my eyes and grumbled with my dad at the breakfast table, but remembered his game winning touch down catch in the Super Bowl. He's been a bigger diva than Dina Ross, but that lack of responsibility clause covers diva behavior. Eye rolling will no longer suffice. Plaxico Burress shot himself in a club this weekend. Yes, you read that right. Shot HIMSELF. In his already injured leg. Moronic is an inadequate description.
He'll probably need to continue to pack a gun to ward off angry fans. His job is to play football. He's clearly lost sight of that fact. His body is his investment. The ESPN commentators this morning debated as to why he would go to a club that required a gun in the first place. Mike Ditka made the point that Plaxico has absolutely no respect for anything--not even himself. Money is often linked with power. I'm going to propose a new theory: aside from Bill Gates and Warren Buffet, money exponentially decreases IQ points. One just has to look at wall street and professional athletes to see that this is completely true. The worst part of this ordeal is that Plaxico's injury appears to have been a clean shot through his thigh--without hitting a major artery or bone. How is this idiot going to learn a lesson if he's walking out of the hospital 12 hours after the fact???
I am beyond disappointed, but not surprised. It was only a matter of time that Plax literally shot himself in the foot, since he's been doing so figuratively all season.
