When even the criminal-tolerant Dallas Cowboys can't put up with you, what do you do? That's the question Terrell Owens has to now ask himself, after being released yesterday. Owens is the fantastically talented - yet equally obnoxious - wide receiver that just can't seem to get out of his own way.
Owens first began carving out his horrid reputation for being unstomachable in San Francisco, where he wouldn't shut up about how he was better than Jerry Rice...who just happens to be the greatest wide receiver of all time. When the 49ers ran out of patience and exclaimed "We don't want him, you take him," Owens left for Philly.
Upon arrival in Philly, Owens quickly called out former teammate Jeff Garcia for being a homosexual, which discredits Owens just a little, given Garcia is married to a Playboy playmate. After a few sideline tirades and a handful of public rants about how then teammate Donavon McNabb was soft, the Eagles paid him to stay home for half a season, because pretending he wasn't on the team was a better option than having Owens on the sidelines, crying to anyone who would listen about not getting the ball enough.
Dallas seemed to be a logical home for Owens, given Jerry Jones's love for drama, and desire to house every misfit ever to play in the NFL. But alas, Owens again chose to bite the hand that fed him, picking a fight with Tony Romo, accusing him of conspiring with tight end Jason Witten. Owens claimed Romo and Witten had devised a plan that would completely avoid throwing the ball in his direction. Oh, and lest we forget, at one point in his tenure with Dallas, Owens faked a suicide attempt because he apparently thought he wasn't getting enough attention.
However, the Cowboys releasing Owens just might be the first sign that hell hath officially frozen over. The Dallas Cowboys have made the decision that a player on their team is too selfish, creates too much drama, and draws too much negative publicity to their team. Surely these aren't the Dallas Cowboys we've all come to despise. Something's fishy here, and I suspect Jerry Jones's therapist has something to do with it.
What now for Terrell Owens, who again seems too hot to handle? I have a hunch ego-maniacal Raiders owner Al Davis is currently banging on his keyboard, attempting to use Wikipedia to track down Owens's cell phone number.
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