Well, here we are, with NFL training camps about to begin in earnest and finally, FINALLY, T.O. has become the Gary Coleman of the NFL. I am so happy this jackass can't find work. Like I said last year, he'll probably get a meager contract this year from some desparate team (meager for him, not for us working stiffs.) and then be found in another five years, broke, bitter and drunk sitting in a sleazy dive bar next to CNCINFO and ProfileENT (who will still be under age).
Sure he ruined three teams and was a nothing on a fourth, and the rest of them may eventually forgive that media-hugry jackass, but Philly fans, when we boo, we boo forever. So T.O., I only have on thing to say to you:
"You could have been the best receiver to have ever played the game, but because of your childish antics you turned yourself into an 'also ran'. I hope you enjoy obscurity for the rest of your life. Nyah-Nyah."