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Why I'm Here
October 12, 2006I'm contemplating why I work at the newspaper.
Am I supposed to work here? Do I have a blessed hand that makes my words more important than others.
I'm just messing around. I'm just making fun of Terrell Owens. What an idiot.
I can believe he has the audacity to question why he's on a team.
The Cowboys are 2-2, and he hasn't played that well. Cry me a River, Mr. Owens. I wish I was a Cowboy. Hell, I wish I was a reporter who covered the Cowboys.
So you don't like your job?
Well why did you sign that little thing called a "contract?"
You are set for three years with about $30 million. What more do you need? Just asking.
Maybe if you didn't complain about your hamstring during the offseason and you built some comraderie with Bledsoe instead, you wouldn't be in this little pickle.
I saw you screaming at your coaches on the sideline, and I know you thing Bledsoe stunk up the world versus the Eagles last Sunday, but come on, really.
You are an athlete, but you are not a teammate. You keep proving this point over and over again.
I don't know why, but in my heart of hearts I kinda feel for you.
But you are only four games deep in a season. I takes forever to build a good relationship with a quarterback. Look at all the good recievers with a crappy quarterback.
Keep leaving you quarterback out on the high-and-dry and he'll leave you on a high-and-dry in route.
Let me know and I'll trade you spots. But only if you really don't want to be a Cowboy. Hell, you can keep your salary and I'll keep my pitance.
(940) 763-7597. I'm always here to talk!
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