by Kent Sterling
[Ed. Note: This post was changed to reflect the date of the Sherman appearance – almost a year ago. I didn’t see the show when it initially aired and was told by someone I trust that Sherman appeared on the show today.]
One thing we know about Seattle Seahawks cornerback Richard Sherman is that he is going to tell everyone what he thinks.
Whether you believe he’s right, wrong, crazy, or the sanest man in the world, he is without a doubt honest. That deserves our respect.
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Almost a year before blasting Michael Crabtree in a series of entertaining and loud diatribes, he was a guest on ESPN’s 1st Take, where he told co-host Skip Bayless exactly what he thinks. I liked that, and I’m sure Bayless enjoyed it too.
Not everyone is right 100% of the time, but there is no excuse for speaking one’s mind. Sherman judged Bayless based upon the widely held belief that Bayless simply takes a position – any position – and argues it. Some think he’s an idiot who embodies everything wrong with sports media, and clearly Sherman is one of those.
The truth is that Bayless is a Lisagor Award winning columnist, an Emmy nominee, an Illinois sportswriter of the year, and a three time Texas sportswriter of the year.
Think what you will about Bayless, but he knows his job and performs well. Clearly, he doesn’t mind being disliked, and knows that contentious dialogue is good for his brand.
Sherman appears not to be a football player who minds ruffling a few feathers himself, as he shouted about San Francisco 49ers wide receiver Michael Crabtree being a “mediocre” wide receiver into every microphone thrust in front of him yesterday.
I liked what Sherman had to say yesterday. Our culture needs more people willing to say the unpopular thing in a very direct way. Over the last 40 years, we have become allergic to hearing the truth as others believe it, and then either dismissing or embracing it. None of us suffered any ill-effects because of Sherman’s outbursts yesterday.
But a year ago he showed a propensity to speak out of turn, and that discredits everything he has said since. Before he attacked Bayless, he should have known as much about Skip as he expects Skip to know about him.
As we’ve learned with Bayless over the years – volume plus ignorance does not equal wisdom.
No one should ever owe Bayless an apology, but Sherman did.
it is time to “skip” bayless – he is a miscreant’s idea of a sports reporter, akin to erin andrews in drag. you heard it here first!
WHY I LIKE GUMMI BEARS:
Oh man…words cannot express what happened to me after eating these. The Gummi Bear “Cleanse”. If you are someone that can tolerate the sugar substitute, enjoy. If you are like the dozens of people that tried my order, RUN!
First of all, for taste I would rate these a 5. So good. Soft, true-to-taste fruit flavors like the sugar variety…I was a happy camper.
BUT (or should I say BUTT), not long after eating about 20 of these all hell broke loose. I had a gastrointestinal experience like nothing I’ve ever imagined. Cramps, sweating, bloating beyond my worst nightmare. I’ve had food poisoning from some bad shellfish and that was almost like a skip in the park compared to what was going on inside me.
Then came the, uh, flatulence. Heavens to Murgatroyd, the sounds, like trumpets calling the demons back to Hell…the stench, like 1,000 rotten corpses vomited. I couldn’t stand to stay in one room for fear of succumbing to my own odors.
But wait; there’s more. What came out of me felt like someone tried to funnel Niagara Falls through a coffee straw. I swear my sphincters were screaming. It felt like my delicate starfish was a gaping maw projectile vomiting a torrential flood of toxic waste. 100% liquid. Flammable liquid. NAPALM. It was actually a bit humorous (for a nanosecond)as it was just beyond anything I could imagine possible.
AND IT WENT ON FOR HOURS.
I felt violated when it was over, which I think might have been sometime in the early morning of the next day. There was stuff coming out of me that I ate at my wedding in 2005.
I had FIVE POUNDS of these innocent-looking delicious-tasting HELLBEARS so I told Erin Andrews about what happened to me, thinking it HAD to be some type of sensitivity I had to the sugar substitute, and in spite of my warnings and graphic descriptions, she decided to take her chances and take them off my hands.
Silly woman. All of the same for Erin, and a phone call from her while on the toilet (because you kinda end up living in the bathroom for a spell) telling me she really wished she would have listened. I think she was crying.
Her sister was skeptical and suspected that we were exaggerating. She took them to work, since there was still 99% of a 5 pound bag left. She works for a construction company, where there are builders, roofers, house painters, landscapers, etc. Lots of people who generally have limited access to toilets on a given day. I can’t imagine where all of those poor men (and women) pooped that day. I keep envisioning men on roofs, crossing their legs and trying to decide if they can make it down the ladder, or if they should just jump.
Reminds me of the post-game antics between Erin and Richard 🙂