It has to be tough to be A-Rodge. His football career has been a three-year-long bout of blueballs, and now that he's finally got the place to himself and his girlfriend on the couch, and the mood lighting all sexy and the massage oils and the tribal drumming CD waiting in the bedroom on the endtable, girlfriend's ex barges into the apartment with the old set of keys, all drunk and disheveled and bragging about how great a lover he was (remember, baby? you remember all that, right, baby?) before asking forgiveness and then immediately getting angry, and then demanding to crash on the couch for a few days.
Not romantic.
But what might suck more , or at least differently, is being Jeff Garcia. The guy was a Pro Bowler last year, for crying out loud. One of the league's best. He did what he was supposed to. He helped turn around a crappy team. And yet these days he's walking around Tampa feeling nervous.
The Tampa Bay Trib carried an article about his feelings.
My favorite parts:
Garcia on Gruden: ""Jon Gruden ... loves quarterbacks, but he likes to just date. He doesn't like to marry."
Doug Williams' confidence that Jeff Garcia has played the underdog all his life. Though maybe I get what he means. Garcia is all cover-of-Men's-Health now, but he looks like the kind of guy who might have gotten picked on when he was little, don't you think? The paleness and freckles? That strange hairline?
Also, this Garcia quote, which speaks to a Favre/Garcia competition and gets points for graphic, WWF-like imagery:
"I'm the starter here and I'm going to choke it to death," he said, "until someone pulls my grip off of it."
I presume by "it" he means his job as a starter, which then means Garcia chokes to death the things he loves.
Anyway, for five minutes, I was feeling a little sad for Garcia. Poor Jeffy. And then I came across this picture of his wife.
He'll be okay.
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