Commentary: Mike Lopresti
Clarett doesn't work out when it comes to the NFL
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A thousand pardons if memory serves me incorrectly.
But wasn't Maurice Clarett the guy who went to court to sue his way into the NFL, sounding as if he was so eager to play pro football, he'd walk barefoot over hot coals at the tailgate parties?
Wasn't he the supposed victim of injustice, held back from his dream by Ohio State and the NCAA and the NFL and all their rogues in suits?
Wasn't he the misunderstood future superstar who needed only a break from a cruel world to fulfill his stifled destiny?
Sure. That Maurice Clarett. The one the Denver Broncos cut Monday, without him showing his face in a preseason game.
Apparently, they had seen enough to know they had seen enough.
He got his break from the Broncos. Denver drafted him in the third round, when no other team would touch Maurice Clarett with a 10-foot tackling dummy. Presumably, coach Mike Shanahan figured he could find the right buttons to push.
Guess he's tired of looking.
He apparently didn't think much of Clarett turning a groin injury into an extended vacation from camp. NFL coaches are demanding cusses.
They like their players to show up for practice. Especially one supposedly eager to win a job. Especially one given a mulligan after his times at the draft combine in the RCA Dome looked as he were dragging a house trailer.
"I just don't want to make them look stupid," Clarett told the Denver media about the Broncos.
Stupid? Perish the thought.
Clarett, with not a game played since 2002, had everything to prove, and proved none of it.
A man with self-professed hunger for pro football apparently never showed much of an appetite for what is required to play it.
And so one of the era's more perplexing squanderers of talent is back on the open market, waiting on the waiver wire for the team that can finally figure out what makes him tick.
The Clarett trail has never been easy to follow. He was the gifted Buckeyes freshman who spent Fiesta Bowl week castigating his school and college football in general for its lack of sensitivity to social injustice.
Then he scored two touchdowns to help win the national championship.
That was his last football outing, you might recall. Followed by academic trouble, legal trouble, NCAA trouble. A messy divorce from his old school that included
Clarett accusing the Buckeyes of everything short of the Lindbergh kidnapping. He might have first hurt that groin shoveling dirt on Ohio State.
The NCAA found few infractions, meaning either the investigators were blind, the Buckeyes had been able to flush all the evidence or Clarett had slandered his school in retribution.
On that cheery note, his NFL door opened. Now it is closed, as far as the Broncos are concerned. Other buyers beware, but at least Clarett will come cheap.
As for the outside world, Clarett is still the Buckeye enigma, after so many years and headlines. Where'd the talent and promise go? But then, maybe the applause came too quickly in the first place.
He was an outstanding freshman. Nothing less, and nothing more. He played 11 games. He scored 16 touchdowns. That was the beginning, and the end.
His cameo at Ohio State never provided proof of his durability. It never showed how he could handle fame or fortune or defenses set to stop him.
But he somehow transformed into a fascinating prospect by not playing. All the controversy and absence added to the mystique. Then the Broncos got a good look at him.
Apparently, they didn't find him so fascinating.