In his column published in Derek Jeter’s The Player’s Tribune today, Seahawks QB Russell Wilson wrote about some of the individuals he leans on for support and draws on for advice. DangeRuss mentioned only one person by name who does not play football for a living (like Marshawn Lynch, Jermaine Kearse, and Doug Baldwin) or work directly for a football team (e.g. Michael Gervais) — and I’m here to tell him he should probably stop doing that:
When Richard Sherman was named this past year’s Madden cover boy, I imagine a significant fraction of football fans felt schadenfreudic tinglings: Sherman — thug, villain, superstar — would surely fall victim to the vaunted Madden Curse. After all, he had only one direction to fall.
But this past week, Sherman was named NFC Defensive Player of the Week after nearly becoming the San Francisco 49ers’ leading receiver (Colin Kaepernick threw him two passes; the actual leader caught three). That recognition makes him the only player in the NFL to receive the honor in each of the past three seasons (and those 22nd and 23rd interceptions stretched his lead since entering the league to 8).
RS25 has been frustratingly (to his haters) just fine.
But there is another, far more serious, curse the Seahawks have had to contend with in 2014: the Curse of the Bieber. As has been established on this very blog, Russell Wilson does not always make the wisest of wise decisions, and so in early May he failed to extricate himself (or those poor, doomed children) from an obviously dangerous situation:
Joan Rivers thinks “that college grad” Selena Gomez can’t spell the word “Palestinians”:
What follows is an evaluation of Selena Gomez’s real-life spelling abilities. Take it away, Spell-ena!
You may have noticed that Youtube is full of comments. You may have also noticed that those comments are generally a “treat”. But you probably did not notice that some of those comments are mine.
Not mine, in the sense that I wrote them. Mine, in the sense that they were posted in response to my videos.
You see, at around the time I started writing this blog, I also created a brand new Youtube account to go with it. So now, every time someone comments on a video uploaded through that account, I get an email alert. Granted, not a lot of them; I’ve used the account to post only six clips — none of them Gangnam Style — but they do pile up after long enough.
Those emails have given me a minor sense of entitlement. At the risk of stating the tautological, my comments are mine.
And until recently, those comments lived up to my expectations (particularly, the anti-Semitic ones chronicled in The Youtube comments I chose to censor). Until, that is, I uploaded this advertisement featuring Drew Brees: