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If Clarett doesn't come right soon...we may be replacing the words "by Broncos" with "on bond" in the thread title. I keep thinking that if there is justice in the next life, what will be waiting for all of these assclowns who have given this kid such incredibly bad advice?
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OSUsushichic
Fired up! Ready to go!
FindlayBucks said:
The key word there being "healthy." Bad groins and all....
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RugbyBuck
Our church has no bells.
I have to agree with that. Dickhead got the chance to do what most of us would PAY to try. All he had to do was show up, work hard, learn the playbook and block and he was set. Too bad that all he had to do was show up, work hard, learn the playbook and block, none of which he was willing to do. Fuck you, Maurice. What a joke.tibor75 said:
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tundra1
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Some GM will still be tempted by the flashes of talent (between the injuries and attitude issues). And this time it's basically at no cost--didn't cost a draft pick, no compensation to anyone, and, if someone signs him to a practice squad, he gets something like $4350 / week, and can get cut any time.JCOSU86 said:
Given NFL economics, will someone try out Maurice for ~$4K for a week? Probably. And Maurice would probably get to carry the ball in practice, too--while wearing the opponent's uniform, of course. And after practice the regular roster players could just ignore him--potentially no disruption of team meetings, etc.
See...it's perfect! Bring in Maurice as a practice squad player. Beat the living crap out of him, then ignore him. No worries about how he socializes (or not) with the "real" players. Pay him only $4K/week, no incentive bonuses, no nothing. And if he makes too much noise, cut his ass.
On those terms...is there a player better suited to a practice squad than Maurice Clarett? :)
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I think Clarett trying to outsmart the NFL sounds exactly like him.HineyBuck said:
It sure is nice to see everyone admit that this kid has always been like this. It doesn't undo the damage done, but it finally removes the credibility of his name (nobody besides Mr. Friend is gonna give him another chance).
The real question becomes what happens when he is broke and without a job. Nobody in Ohio wants him. He better be able to cut it in the AFL, or he's in serious trouble. I doubt Lebron's gonna be helping him out much either.
Yeah, someone who doesn't quit everytime they face adversity, and doesn't think the world revolves around them.On those terms...is there a player better suited to a practice squad than Maurice Clarett?<!-- / message --><!-- controls -->
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Sorry, guys, that wasn't my point. They took this kid out of an underprivileged situation, blew smoke up his ass until he thought the sun was rising there, and then just kept telling him how hard done by he was. On a very human level, I empathize with his lack of reference points and inflated ego after receiving so much attention.tibor75 said:
He walked into that camp really thinking that the sun shined out his ass and then he got his ass handed to him by Ron Dayne. Ron Dayne!
Having said that, he made his choices. It has to have dawned on him that he was blowing his life up big time.
I don't think he's a victim and I have trouble even saying his name after all of the damage this young man did to Ohio State and the people that work there. I predicted many times this is exactly what would come of his tour in the pros. Maybe he gets another chance and doesn't blow it, but I think 7-11 could be an upmarket employment opportunity for this kid in a few years time.
I am beyond, "oh, it's all so sad". I live in a place that's called "what goes around, comes around", when it comes to "Where's the money, Mommy?" May he get everything that he deserves.
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I used to be a regional manager for 7-Eleven and generally c-stores are the "employer of last resort" but there is no way I would hire this kid based on his attitude, lack of work ethic, and references.Steve19 said:
7-Eleven Manager: So Mr. Shanahan what kid of work did Maurice do for you?
Mike S.: Well not a bunch because he called in sick a lot. Kept saying that he had this injury but we could find any evidence.
(Ugh! Probably a worker's comp. claim in the waiting.)
7-Eleven: When Maurice was there working did he follow instructions?
Mike S.: Kind of hard to say. We tried but I don't think he could hear us because he never took off his headphones.
I think you get the idea....
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ScriptOhio
Everybody is somebody else's weirdo.
Marvin Lewis dismissed any possibility that the Bengals would sign Maurice Clarett. The Bengals aren't expected to express interest, either, in defensive tackle Corey Simon, cut by the Philadelphia Eagles.
-- Cincinnati Enquirer
A Rams official said on Monday that the team is not interested in pursuing running back Maurice Clarett.
-- St. Louis Post-Dispatch
The Jaguars did extensive scouting on Maurice Clarett before the NFL Draft last April but aren't interested in the troubled running back.
-- Florida Times-Union
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2005/scorecard/08/30/truth.rumors.nfl/index.html
-- Cincinnati Enquirer
A Rams official said on Monday that the team is not interested in pursuing running back Maurice Clarett.
-- St. Louis Post-Dispatch
The Jaguars did extensive scouting on Maurice Clarett before the NFL Draft last April but aren't interested in the troubled running back.
-- Florida Times-Union
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2005/scorecard/08/30/truth.rumors.nfl/index.html
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BuckeyeBlitz04
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Yeap so true man! Guy just can't get his **** together. What a waist of talent!iambrutus said:
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LoKyBuckeye
I give up. This board is too hard to understand.
Long, Lonely Road Awaits Maurice Clarett
Bernie Lincicome - Scripps Howard News Service
Ah, Maurice, we hardly knew ye. Your fault, not ours.
I had planned to defend young Maurice Clarett what with all the piling on going on, not because he and I may have passed through the same library, or crossed the same oval or, at least in my case, attended class at Ohio State.
No, the old school ties tug not at all in this case, but considering that the lad's latest sin is to be clearly inadequate as a running back in the National Football League, he seems not to deserve either the acrimony nor the sanctimony that has followed him out of town.
He is no worse than the next 10 million young men you may pass, none of whom even made it to the practice field sideline of an NFL team, and that is about as much defending as I can find.
The tiny crime of Clarett, and the reason for all the attention, is not what he could not do but what he could have done, what the world expected of him, what seemed not only possible but inevitable. His great failure resonates because disappointment is a shared sensation. You gloat, you weep, you care.
I still recall my field end-zone view of Clarett slithering toward me for the touchdown that beat Miami in double overtime and won the national title for the old school. The sad irony is that the very field where it all should have begun, Sun Devil Stadium in Tempe, Ariz., is where it all might have ended for Clarett, had Mike Shanahan the least sense of whimsy or of closure.
No, the adult world is too hard for such fancy, and Shanahan owes Clarett nothing more than the chance he gave him. The Broncos will go on to one more pointless summer rehearsal, and Clarett will go on to whatever and wherever his delusions lead.
From the moment Clarett scored the last touchdown he may ever score, the world was open to him. In his chosen field, it was as if he had just discovered the secret of gravity or the Rosetta Stone. His credentials were made. The dying of the cheers were years and years away.
That night will remain his greatest public moment, at age 19, and if life gets better than that for Clarett, he has to be a better man than he has shown since. It is much easier to imagine him running and rerunning that game in a darkened room, year after year, calling strangers in off the street to show them what he once was.
The effect of Clarett on the Broncos, on Denver, on any thing of consequence was so insignificant that it is impossible to stir any emotion over his dismissal by the Broncos, not good riddance, not sadness, not curiosity.
He came with buzz, like fruit flies, and leaves with shrugs. No harm, no foul, no bother.
Except that so much was made of so little, there will be no trace of him, even the dent made from his shoes on the practice field sideline.
It is easy to charge others with failing Clarett, and it is likely many have. But it is not that easy to bend a backbone.
Gone without a down of duty. Gone without an ounce of guilt, from either side most likely.
For Clarett himself, the lasting stain of his time among us will be he could not play running back for Mike Shanahan, the man who can make a 1,000-yard rusher out of an animal cracker.
Being excused by the Broncos is the final proof of all the suspicions that have nagged Clarett in his brief and bungled career as a football player, bad actor, bad worker, bad influence, not enough heart, not enough talent, not worth the bother, certainly not worth a third-round draft choice.
And even that bit of blemish for Shanahan works against Clarett because anyone picked that high would have been given every consideration, the benefit of every doubt.
Clarett really had to work to blow this chance, because the last thing Shanahan wanted was to be wrong, or foolish, not that the ol' Mastermind won't get over it. He has a job to get on with, a Bronco team to tune, a season to face.
And Clarett? Clarett just seems to keep finding new bottoms.
Let's see. He has lost now to the NFL, and to the Supreme Court, to the local sheriff in Ohio, to Ohio State. The size of his adversaries is impressive.
He has lost to himself. There is something he can still do about that. If he will.
If Clarett does have anything left of what was impressive in his freshman year at Ohio State, he must now be aware that it is up to him to find it, to show it, to use it.
The world no longer waits for Maurice Clarett. He must catch up to it.
Email Bernie Lincicome here.
Photo Copyright Getty Images
Bernie Lincicome - Scripps Howard News Service
Ah, Maurice, we hardly knew ye. Your fault, not ours.
I had planned to defend young Maurice Clarett what with all the piling on going on, not because he and I may have passed through the same library, or crossed the same oval or, at least in my case, attended class at Ohio State.
No, the old school ties tug not at all in this case, but considering that the lad's latest sin is to be clearly inadequate as a running back in the National Football League, he seems not to deserve either the acrimony nor the sanctimony that has followed him out of town.
He is no worse than the next 10 million young men you may pass, none of whom even made it to the practice field sideline of an NFL team, and that is about as much defending as I can find.
The tiny crime of Clarett, and the reason for all the attention, is not what he could not do but what he could have done, what the world expected of him, what seemed not only possible but inevitable. His great failure resonates because disappointment is a shared sensation. You gloat, you weep, you care.
I still recall my field end-zone view of Clarett slithering toward me for the touchdown that beat Miami in double overtime and won the national title for the old school. The sad irony is that the very field where it all should have begun, Sun Devil Stadium in Tempe, Ariz., is where it all might have ended for Clarett, had Mike Shanahan the least sense of whimsy or of closure.
No, the adult world is too hard for such fancy, and Shanahan owes Clarett nothing more than the chance he gave him. The Broncos will go on to one more pointless summer rehearsal, and Clarett will go on to whatever and wherever his delusions lead.
From the moment Clarett scored the last touchdown he may ever score, the world was open to him. In his chosen field, it was as if he had just discovered the secret of gravity or the Rosetta Stone. His credentials were made. The dying of the cheers were years and years away.
That night will remain his greatest public moment, at age 19, and if life gets better than that for Clarett, he has to be a better man than he has shown since. It is much easier to imagine him running and rerunning that game in a darkened room, year after year, calling strangers in off the street to show them what he once was.
The effect of Clarett on the Broncos, on Denver, on any thing of consequence was so insignificant that it is impossible to stir any emotion over his dismissal by the Broncos, not good riddance, not sadness, not curiosity.
He came with buzz, like fruit flies, and leaves with shrugs. No harm, no foul, no bother.
Except that so much was made of so little, there will be no trace of him, even the dent made from his shoes on the practice field sideline.
It is easy to charge others with failing Clarett, and it is likely many have. But it is not that easy to bend a backbone.
Gone without a down of duty. Gone without an ounce of guilt, from either side most likely.
For Clarett himself, the lasting stain of his time among us will be he could not play running back for Mike Shanahan, the man who can make a 1,000-yard rusher out of an animal cracker.
Being excused by the Broncos is the final proof of all the suspicions that have nagged Clarett in his brief and bungled career as a football player, bad actor, bad worker, bad influence, not enough heart, not enough talent, not worth the bother, certainly not worth a third-round draft choice.
And even that bit of blemish for Shanahan works against Clarett because anyone picked that high would have been given every consideration, the benefit of every doubt.
Clarett really had to work to blow this chance, because the last thing Shanahan wanted was to be wrong, or foolish, not that the ol' Mastermind won't get over it. He has a job to get on with, a Bronco team to tune, a season to face.
And Clarett? Clarett just seems to keep finding new bottoms.
Let's see. He has lost now to the NFL, and to the Supreme Court, to the local sheriff in Ohio, to Ohio State. The size of his adversaries is impressive.
He has lost to himself. There is something he can still do about that. If he will.
If Clarett does have anything left of what was impressive in his freshman year at Ohio State, he must now be aware that it is up to him to find it, to show it, to use it.
The world no longer waits for Maurice Clarett. He must catch up to it.
Email Bernie Lincicome here.
Photo Copyright Getty Images
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