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| "What's up dawg? I'm just lookin' for Roger Goodell! Have you seen him?" |
Pope Francis once said, “An example I often use to illustrate the reality of vanity, is this: look at the peacock; it’s beautiful if you look at it from the front. But if you look at it from behind, you discover the truth…Whoever gives in to such self-absorbed vanity has huge misery hiding inside them.” Franz Kafka, the famous German writer, broke it down like this, “Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.” Then the big homie Al Pacino shut the buildin’ down with, “I’ve never liked the recognition, the questions, the publicity. I have often felt like running away and hiding.”
Well playboy…Roger Goodell felt like it and did it! That dun has completely disappeared on boyz out here. As soon as the smoke got thick ole boy ran out of the back door with his pants on fire. Once he found out that somebody pulled a Chauncey on him and circulated the tape through the hood of Ray Ray the Puncher knockin’ his then girl, now wife out, ole Roger moon walked stage left.
Once he started lyin’ to boyz about not seein’ the tape it became too much for him to handle. So let me put it where the goats can get it playa? It’s mighty funny that several cases of player misconduct have hit the news over the last week or so and boyz have stopped lookin’ for Goodell. All but one of those cases are several months old.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! The same cat that appointed himself judge and jury gets caught with his pants down in the park and the angry mob wants revenge. Then all of a sudden cases that the NFL knew about for months just happen to hit the news. Coincidence or foolishness? Foolishness!
Where I’m from bruh it’s called diversion! Let’s drop some foolishness on these boyz that other cats are involved in so that they can completely forget about me. It’s like playin’ spades with the homies and you know this dun sittin' across from you has the trump card but he’s holdin’ on to it until the right time.
Ole Roger must have grown up in my hood playa because he’s got everybody talkin’ about everything else but him right now. He’s somewhere sittin’ in a rabbit hole givin’ his acceptance speech soundin’ like Stevie Wonder, “I wanna thank all the people of the world… I wanna thank Johnathan Dwyer, Greg Hardy, Ray McDonald, ESPN, E-60, Brandon Marshall and his old girlfriend’s daddy for bringin’ up some real old stuff from 2006 (edited version). I wanna give a special shout out to Adrian Peterson’s WHOLE butt (edited version). Y’all have really meant a lot to me in my time of need. You’ve taken all of the pressure off of me and I really appreciate you for that.” The music comes on and this dun is still talkin’ and thankin’ boyz. “I wanna thank…!” Shut up already dawg, take the freakin' idiot award and get off of the stage.
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| "Is Roger under there bruh?" |
Like I said in the Hot Joint entitled, “O.G. Bobby Johnson,” Roger Goodell messed up (edited version) when he got out of the football business and dove into the “off the field disciplinary actions” business. See when the NFL was in the football business only they only had to worry about football and football issues. When a boy got into trouble under cats like Pete Rozelle and Paul Tagliabue they would let the judicial system handle them.
That way they didn’t have to try to manage public sentiment or the sponsorship sentiment that is only fueled by fan sentiment which is impossible to do. By stayin’ in the football business only the fans aren’t holdin’ the NFL accountable for tellin’ them how many games a boy should get suspended for actin’ a fool. If he screws up bad enough then you just fire him like you would in the real world. It’s simple but ole Roger wanted to be a gangsta but didn't have the DNA of a gangsta. So now he's hidin'.
Boyz have always gotten into trouble bruh. This ain’t new. Leon Lett, Hollywood Henderson, Michael Irvin, Ray Lewis and so on and so forth.
See Goodell wanted to be the O. G. when there were only a few cats smokin’ weed and fightin’ at the club but when boyz got into the heavy duty mess (edited version) he takes off the bandana and puts on the Peter Cottontail and dives a hole. Stop me when I start lyin’!
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