If a tweet is worth 140 characters and a picture is worth 1,000 words than please tell me, how much is a mug shot worth?! Nick Nolte is still cashing in on his rather infamous photoshoot(s) with the popo; but he may have to relinquish his title as king of the batshit craziest mug shot, because there is a new sheriff in town……
That my friends is (are you ready for this) UNRESTRICTED free agent, HARVARD graduate, NFL starting defensive tackle Desmond Bryant. Not to be confused with deadbeat mom-beater Dez Bryant of the Dallas “Get Loaded and Drive Home” Cowboys. Sidenote: Dez was real quick to take to twitter to proclaim is innocence and detail his alibi. Moral victory Dez, we get it; your time will come soon enough you ticking time bomb you!
But back to our friend, Desmond. Dude, we’ve all been there (chances are, if you’re reading this blog you’ve been there more than once…..this month). In fact, while you’re out there busting your ass each Sunday on the gridiron, The Machine is putting in a full days work at a local watering hole trying to get to the exact state you were in when the above picture was taken. Eyes glazed to the point they look soulless; tongue so dry that you can’t bother keeping it in your mouth any longer; so disheveled that your clothing becomes an afterthought. Hell, this bender was so rich you couldn’t even bother with some bling, a hat, or even with a proper shave. Well done boss.
As for the crime, well, according to the LA Times, you were arrested “on a misdemeanor charge of criminal mischief after allegedly causing a commotion at a neighbor’s house while inebriated.” Translation: your hammered ass stumbled through your neighbor’s backyard, dropping some freestyle rhymes while kicking over their Mary-in-a-bathtub lawn decoration and dropping a deuce in their pool. Again, we’ve all been there! And we’ve all got that noisy bitch neighbor who is trigger happy with the 911 speed dial. That’s why, in the same vein as Co-MVP’s, The Machine has decided to name your neighbors as Co-Teabag Award recipients. They certainly could have helped the big fella to his house, gotten him tucked into bed and even scored a few game worn jerseys out of the whole ordeal. That could have been a real win-win for your (not so close-knit) community. Or course, the rest of us would have missed out on your gem of a mug shot, so I guess we owe those Debbie Downers an ounce of gratitude for that.
Sure, the photograph is embarrassing and all, but here is the real bitch of it. Depending on who you ask, the average NFL career is between 3.5 years (DeSmith) and 6 year (RG1). Either way, it’s a very small window to make bank. A majority of players will only get one opportunity to hit free agency and negotiate a second, and financially significant, contract. Prior to your photo shoot, you had some decent negotiating power on your side. In the last four years you suited up for 63 out of 64 games; registered 124 tackles, 11.5 sacks and 3 forced fumbles. The last two season you’ve flashed some ability as a dependable, starting defensive tackle. I think you could use Kendall Langford’s deal last offseason as a base: 4 years $24M, with $12M guaranteed. Of course, that was before this…..
Now, tell me, what GM and what Owner wants to hand this guy $12-15M, guaranteed?! It’s not that fact that you got blitzed (pun intended) and kicked your neighbor’s poodle. It’s the timing of it that has cost you (and your agent) millions of (easy) free agency dollars! This is such a brutally simple concept that NFL (and all professional athletes presumably) don’t comprehend. Surround yourself with people who won’t let you do dumb things (or at least are willing to take the fall for you) until your playing days are over!
But I guess it has earned you mad respect in the mug shot community. The Machine hopes that in a few years you and your neighbors will be able laugh at this whole story; but until then, enjoy your Teabag Award!