The Cat Monster (The REAL reason Michael Sam fell apart at the combine)

"This is way too much to deal with bruh!"

As I was walking into Lucas Oil Stadium to cover the NFL combine. I ran into these cats in the parking lot arguing about gettin’ into a boy’s head. George Bernard Shaw said, “If you leave the smallest corner of your head vacant for a moment, other people’s opinions will rush in from all quarters.” William Shakespeare kept it simple by saying, “Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.” Then Mark Twain jumped out of the whip rockin’ some purple gators and said, “What a wee little part of a person’s life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself.”

Well… maybe these cats were trying to tell Michael Sam that it would have been smarter if he were going to jump out of the plane at 35,000 feet to pack a parachute. When ole boy announced several weeks ago that he was gay, I told the boyz in the barber shop that maybe he should have waited until after he’s been drafted, made a roster and balled out for a few years. Then come out if he felt the need to. Why? Because it’s hard enough to get drafted, make a roster and have a career without any distractions let alone boyz chasing you around asking you about your sexuality. I'm just sayin'.

Now ole boy is getting swallowed up by the media presence at the combine because of the announcement. During his press conference on Saturday he was clearly frustrated with the barrage of questions about guess what, his sexuality. At one point he light weight snapped and said, “I just wish you guys would just see me as Michael Sam the football player instead of Michael Same the gay football player.”

Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! Hold up dawg! You were the one screaming from the roof tops a few weeks ago announcing your sexuality not the media. And now you’re mad that boyz are all over you at the combine. You made your sexuality the headline not the media. Don’t blast us because you let the cat out of the bag and now the cat won’t let you focus on the business at hand. That ain’t our fault bruh! Let me share with you an old ghetto colloquialism, "Once you shoot the gun playboy, you can't get the bullet back."

Now that you can’t concentrate on doin' your best, went out there and made a fool of yourself in your workouts it's somehow our fault? Some NFL insiders, my mans and nem, are even doubting as to whether you’ll even get drafted because you stunk up the joint.

Ole boy was whistled three times for mistakes on starts while trying to run his 40 bruh! He’s not racing anybody but himself! Then he goes out and runs a molasses 4.91 officially. Now because he’s undersized as a defensive end boyz thought that they would be able to move him to linebacker but he’s too slow to play that position. He can’t play defensive end with his speed even if he was big enough. He’d have to play tackle but guess what playboy, he’s too small to play there.

Then he went over to the vertical and jumped 25.5 inches which was fourth from the bottom in his position. His bench press numbers were even worse where he did 17 reps at 225 which was only better than one other cat in that position group.

Like I said before, could he have done better? Absolutely! But he wanted to make a freakin’ statement before he got the job! Listening to some activist pushing you out of the plane without a parachute just cost you millions of dollars playboy. Sometimes in life you gotta do what’s best for you and not what’s best for somebody else’s movement.

There is a reason why Jason Collins waited until he’d been in the league for 13 years before he came out. There is a reason why folks like Ellen DeGeneres, Robin Roberts, and Queen Latifah got their grind on first, made a name for themselves and then came out. Why? Because now that they’re in they can make a larger impact. You can’t make an impact being overwhelmed and tripping over your feet at the combine playboy. You just spit up, farted and cursed in your first interview bruh.

Because at the end of the day nobody cares who you sleep with or who you love. Can you do the freakin’ job that you’re applying for!

Nobody has ever hired me solely on the premise of being black pimpin’! They hired me because I’ve always been the best candidate for the job and my numbers haven always proven it. I couldn't walk in and show them that I was black and start farting and cursing in the interview because I filled the quota . Naw playa, I had to put in work first then pull out the brag book, recommendations and my accomplishments. Lastly, I had to show up and hit a home run when they turned the lights on.

Did you actually think that you were just gonna show up at the combine, walk in and workout without a thousand duns asking you about your sexuality when you threw it on the table in the first place? Did you not realize that you were the very first openly gay player that could potentially play in the NFL? So if you did playboy, why are you irritated at the response of the barrage of questions that you’re getting in Indianapolis?

If you were serious about playing football, getting drafted and making a roster your sexuality would never have become news. Why? Because your career would have been your first order of business just like Jason Collins, Robin Roberts, Ellen DeGeneres and a host of others that have balled out first and then came out.

Here’s my roof top screamer going off, “Why should he have to wait to say who he is. He should be proud of being gay!” You’re exactly right playa! He should be able to do whatever he wants to do and be whoever he wants to be. However, the media has a job to do and he instantly becomes news when he announces who he is right before the NFL draft. So therefore he’s got to deal with the circus that comes with it. Why? Because we don’t live in the world of what should be, we live in the world of what is.

So the “what is” right now pimpin’ is that he’s gotta figure out how to deal with the circus, get drafted, make a roster and ball out. Can he keep all of those balloons in the air at the same time? I doubt it very seriously because he’s falling apart already at the freakin’ combine. Why? Because he put life into the monster before he figured out how to get out of the room. Now the monster is whoppin' his butt!  Stop me when I start lyin’!

Holla At Ya Boy!
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