Y’know, I probably shouldn’t take this much joy in what could be the end of a man’s career. Dude’s trying to make a living in a dog-eat-dog world, and he could use a few friends.
Rodney Harrison won’t find any friends here. The NFL hasn’t seen a cheap shot artist of his ilk since Jack Tatum retired. It’s not just that this man relished punching people in sensitive places after plays were over. No. He had the audacity to call everyone else dirty — including the NFL’s favorite pot-smoking yoga instructor.
Hello, kettle? This is the inky infinite abyss of endless night. You’re black.
Seriously, even Didier Drogba saying last week that he wanted to finish his career at Chelsea — O RLY? — wasn’t half as shamelessly ironic as Harrison calling out Ricky Williams. Bravo, fartface.
Plus, Harrison got popped for HGH use. I’m amazed he never said anything publicly about Shawne Merriman having no class. Perhaps that’s too much hypocrisy for one guy to take on.
As happy as I am, however, to see the man who probably ended Duce Staley’s career get carted off into darkness, I’m going to miss having Harrison as the prime target of my football hate. There’s always Ray Lewis, but he’ll probably be gone soon, too. I could learn to hate Reggie Bush, I suppose, but he hasn’t risen to nearly the level of douchebaggery that Harrison and Lewis have. It just wouldn’t be the same…
UPDATE: MJD suggests that Harrison might have gotten hurt because Bill Belichick wanted a shutout. Sounds like karmic payback for classlessness, doesn’t it?
