Squabbin' (How Adrian Peterson's agent acted a fool at the Combine that could cost him millions)

"Dang dawg! What you go out there and do?"

Plato pulled up in the big body Chevy and said, “The learning and knowledge that we have, is at the most, but little compared with that of which we are ignorant.” Epictetus, the ancient Greek Stoic philosopher, threw his square out of the driver side window of his rag top Coupe De Ville and said, “Be careful to leave your sons well instructed rather than rich, for the hopes of the instructed are better than the wealth of the ignorant.” Then Don Herold, the famous writer and cartoonist, car jacked them both when he said, “It takes a lot of things to prove you are smart, but only one thing to prove you are ignorant.”

Well playas…we are constantly reminded that hood foolishness isn’t always confined to the hood. According to ESPN, CBSSports and my mans and nem, last week durin’ the NFL Combine Adrian Peterson’s (A.D. short for All Day) agent, Ben Dogra, had to be separated from Vikings vice president of football operations Rob Brezinski. Boyz were literally about to squab! They say that ole boy, Dogra, had several foolish exchanges with other NFL executives durin’ the week as well. That dun was on a rampage bruh.

Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! Adrian Peterson, the same cat accused of beatin’ the brakes off of his kid with a switch, sends his agent to the combine to holler at boyz about him gettin’ a job because in Dogra’s words, A.D. will never play for Minnesota again. Then when he falls into the spot he starts tryin’ to punk boyz into hirin’ his client. Wheredeydodatat?

I was actually waitin’ on him to pull out Big Momma’s switch and start whippin’ boyz too. A.D.’s reputation is already soiled because of this foolishness and then his agent turns into Sammy the Bull on a boy in a professional environment. He’s been watchin’ way too much TV. Can you imagine the conversation A.D. had with that fool afterwards?

A.D., “Man what the hell is wrong with you bruh? I sent you out there to talk to boyz on my behalf, to put feelers out and you out there scrappin’? C’mon dawg!” Dogra, “Hey man I thought you wanted me to be aggressive?” A.D., “Yeah…but I didn’t want you out there fightin’! Boyz already lookin’ at me sideways. Hell is wrong wit chu?” Dogra, “All dawg, I got um right where I want um now!” A.D., “Where? Bout to put you out the joint and get me fired?”

The last thing Adrian Peterson needs at this point is some fool representin’ him tryin’ to fight NFL executives. His agent was adamant about sayin’ that A.D. will never play for the Vikings again and with that foolishness he may not. However, with that foolishness he may not get the bread that he’s lookin’ for elsewhere either.

The NFL has become a passin’ league and the value of the runnin’ back position has declined immensely. In other words, boyz ain’t payin’ runnin’ backs what they used to pay them because they aren’t usin’ them the same way. So when A.D. got out of hand with “The Big Momma Special” and jumped off of the deep end about not wantin’ to return to Minnesota he may have cost himself a whole lot of bread.

Let me put it where the goats can get it pimpin’! This ain’t the NBA! Contracts aren’t guaranteed. So when you decide that you don’t want to play for a boy anymore and they make the decision to release you, and they will playa, they don’t have to pay you the rest of that bread.

So now you’ve got to start all over in the negotiation process and with you bein’ a runnin’ back that’s about to be 30 years old in less than a month boyz aren’t about to pay you handsomely. Not in this world playa! Sure, you led the league in rushin’ a couple of seasons ago and even fell 9 yards shy of breakin’ the single season rushin’ record. But all of that means nothin’ today lil’ homie because the dun that will eventually be sittin’ on the other side of the table is countin’ money vs. risk reward.


So you need to check your agent, put a muzzle on that dun and play nice with Minnesota because it remains to be seen as to whether they will keep you under your current contract that is scheduled to pay you $12.75 million next year. Think about it bruh, you were 9 yards shy of breakin' the NFL single season rushin' record of ALL-TIME and you didn't even make the playoffs! Do you really think that a boy wants to pay you top dollar at this point? You better check that fool! Play your last year with them, get paid and ride off into the sunset. Sammy the Bull is gonna have you makin’ half of that next year if he keeps foolin’ around. Stop me when I start lyin’!

Playas Thesaurus:

1) Big Body Chevy: noun – Chevy Caprice anywhere from 1972 to 1985. Young hood cats love to drive them.
2) Rag Top: adjective – cloth top that boyz used to put on Cadillac’s, Lincoln’s etc back in the day.
3) Square: noun – cigarette
4) Squab: verb – to fight hood style, to cold cock a boy and stomp him just because he fell. Rule 1 Article 1 of the Ghetto Code of Conduct "Never fall in a fight because a boy and his patnas will stomp you in the head. Just because you fell." 
5) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy etc.
6) Wheredeydodatat?: In other words, Who does that?
7) The Big Momma Special: verb – the old school black southern grandma move to pull a switch off of a tree and pop a kid two or three times with it. A.D. lost his freakin’ mind and went to work on his kid with it. That dun unloaded the barrel on him. They need to send that dun to switch safety school taught by old lady Johnson with the patent leather purse and shoes to match.
8) Let me put it where the goats can get it.: Let me break it down for you. Goats eat off of the ground so I’m puttin’ it where you can digest it. I’m makin’ it as clear as Vodka.
9) Pimpin’: noun – the person that I’m passionately tryin’ to get me point across to.
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