I say this with all sincerity to ESPN, The New York Times, Sam Maldanado, Marco Cooper, Curtis Crosby, and especially Clarett:
SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO AWAY!
First off, that article is pure and complete garbage: it portrays Clarett as a victim. A VICTIM?? He claims he had everything, and now nothing. Well gee, who's fault is that??
The bottom line is this: he had everything in the world ahead of him: a strong possibility of two Heismans, a shot at a two National Titles, College Football immortality, any girl that he wanted, millions of dollars, a promising NFL career, huge celebrity, and a life (a la Archie Griffin) after football where he could make more money just being who he is.
He pissed it all away because none of that was enough and he didn't want to put any work into achieving that. He's Maurice Clarett, and no one else is. That should be enough to entitle him to everything he was destined for.
All the signs were on the wall: he was in the middle of a great freshman season, a National Title season, and THAT wasn't good enough. He needed to spew to ESPN the magazine that he wanted to go Pro, immediately.
He was in Tempe a week before the Fiesta Bowl, in the middle of the biggest thing for the state of Ohio in many, many years (with him as the focal point), and THAT wasn't good enough: the University screwed him and lied to him because he never filled out his FAFSA forms.
He was in Tempe right after the biggest win in school history with a puss and a scowl on his face, because THAT, like the previous two, wasn't good enough.
Well, he screwed himself because all of these accolades, chicks, and prestige WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH for Maurice. Well Maurice, now you have nothing to fall back on. That little city in the middle of Ohio that was going to give you money hand over fist when your career is over doesn't want you anymore. You prostituted your own legacy because THAT NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP WILL BE THE BIGGEST (AND MAYBE SOLE) HIGHLIGHT OF YOUR CAREER.
You will do nothing else: you can take your work ethic (or lack thereof), your fat 280 pound body, your (at best) 4.65 speed, your bad attitude, immaturity, and stupidity, and keep smearing the shining point of your life.
Someday, when you're mopping up the jizz off the floor of a local strip club with no NFL career, no money, and no college education, you'll look back at 2002 as the best year of your life. So continue to smear it as much as you like.
Jim Tressel and the Ohio State University will win another Title and get the glory again. You, my sorry friend, will NEVER, not in the NFL, and certainly not in college, ever get that thrill again. I hope you realize that as an underpaid jizz mopper someday.