Ricky Williams: Title Shot

Ricky William’s new book deal has been the buzz all over the web. Funny prospective book titles have been put up on messages boards all over the place. I thought I would post some here. By the way, the really funny ones are mine.

1. Between the Hashes
2. 3rd Down and a Puff of Smoke
3. Ricky Williams and the Howhiami Dolphins
4. Deep Down, I’m Really a Green Bowl Packer
5. 4th and Bowl
6. Pass the Super Bowl
7. Ricky Williams: I Can Take a Hit
8. …with 4:20 Left on the Clock
9. In My Own Herbs
10. Hairy Pothead and the Sorcerer’s Stoned
11. The Bong Show
12. Waiting to Exhale
13. Taking Miami to a New High
14. Ganja with the Wind
15. Shit! I Can’t Get Off the Pot!
16. Lighting it Up
17. The Green, Green Grass of Home
18. Score!
19. From Handoff to Handout
20. Toronto and the Lone Ganja

Feel free to add some of your own in the comments section.

EDIT: If you have Sirius Radio please listen to Moving the Chains. That show is one of the most informative shows on the NFL. Most of the above were quoted on their show.

Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word

We’ve all heard or read about the vicious Jack Tatum hit on Darryl Stingley back in 1978. One of the biggest tragic stories of the NFL came to a close with Darryl Stingley’s passing.

I find the saddest point about this whole thing is how neither one spoke to the other for almost thirty years. Tatum missed his opportunity to make amends. Of course, in his defense, maybe a 30 year window isn’t long enough to get up the courage to talk to the guy he paralyzed. It takes time to get up the courage to say, “Uh, hey, sorry about that.”

There are people out there in the NFL that say what a great guy Jack Tatum is, how his teammates loved him and he brought everything to the table on game day. That may be great, but if you are a freaking human being, show at least some sort of remorse for destroying another man’s life.

There are those of you out there that will say, “This is football. There will be injuries and some of those will be life-threatening, if not life-changing.” I agree with that statement and those other ones that say these players know what they are getting into. That is not the issue. The fact is that it is just common decency to have at least a modicum of compassion for a fallen human brother, especially when the brother fell by your own hand.

Another thing I don’t get is the people who say Tatum’s full-on hit of Stingley shouldn’t have happened in a “meaningless game.” Excuse me? Anytime someone is paralyzed for life in a sport, to me, it’s a meaningless fucking game.

The last thing I would like to point out is the dichotomic thoughts of both persons involved in this tragedy. They both had written autobiographies.

Jedi Stingley’s book is called Happy to be Alive.

Darth Tatum’s book is called Final Confessions of NFL Assassin Jack Tatum.

I gotta go now. I’m going to dust off my copy of Robert Fulghum’s book, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten.