Terrell Owens - The Latest Lunacy

I dunno, it seems to me that lately, each day brings more than just a new name or number with it.  It brings a big, fat, unhealthy dose of the crazies.  This morning when my daughter (a huge TO fan) told me, “The homepage says that Terrell Owens tried to commit suicide.” - I swear, my initial reaction wasn’t shock, it was more along the lines of, “Well of course he did.”  After all, no one else had stepped up to the plate to bat for the crazies yet, someone had to.

What, is there like a full moon or something?

I’m not trying to be insensitive - apparently the man suffers from demons that I wouldn’t even recognize.  Thanks be to God.  But there are people the world over who battle depression, pain, heartache, disappointment, etc.  Demons don’t just visit TO - they visit everyone at one time or another.  And most people battle these demons while also having to fight to pay the bills, put the kids through school, make the mortgage payment and a million other worries Mr. Owen doesn’t have to worry about.

Yet most people have enough sense to know that you don’t fight demons from inside a pill bottle.  Whether he knew what he was doing or not - he stepped up to the plate with his stupid bat and hit one a country mile. 

All day I’ve been wondering why there are so many people literally fighting for top billing as the village idiot. Mel Gibson, Tom Cruise, Paris, Kate Moss, Lindsay Lohan, David Hasslehoff…  One thing that comes to mind is a lack of accountability.  Paris, for example, is caught driving drunk and gets a slap on the wrist.  If your name is famous, it seems that you can do just about anything and all it costs you is a day in court.  If everyone boycotted products endorsed by these celebs - they’d get more than just the day in court.  They’d get the message.

Terrell Owens has so much talent (as far as I can remember - from the days when he actually played football for a living.)….it’s sad to see him like this.  His name should be in the papers for much better things than popping pills like they’re Runts.  If only my daughter could have proudly yelled out that one of her favorite athletes had just donated a million dollars to help rebuild New Orleans, or had just signed a new shoe deal….or had done just about anything except taken his turn with the stupid bat.

Joi