A very interesting article found here: http://www.statefansnation.com/inde...ponse-to-uga-football-player-arrestmust-read/
In case you missed it, a University of Georgia running back(ranked #1 at his position in his recruiting class) was arrested and dismissed from the team this week.According to a police report issued Friday, the serial number on a 9-millimeter Luger found under the driver’s seat had been scratched off completely, but Crowell denied knowing a gun was there, saying other people drive his car.Apparently, this hasn’t been Crowell’s only issues while at UGA. The arrest and dismissal prompted one of Crowell’s teammates, Cornelius Washington, to respond on Facebook to upset UGA fans:
Police said the altered ID-mark charge stems from the tampered serial number.
Crowell could face a fine of up to $10,000 and a jail sentence between two and 10 years if found guilty of weapons possession on school property, while a guilty verdict for criminal use of an article with an altered ID mark carries a sentence between one and five years.
Crowell also said teammates Blake Tibbs, Quintavius Harrow, Josh Harvey-Clemons and Sheldon Dawson, who were passengers in the car, had just left a club called Aftermath, according to the police report.
“‘all (of you) think you know so much, but in reality you knowThis prompted this amazing response from a UGA fan named Bobby:
nothing. You don’t know what we come from, you don’t know our struggles, all you
know is the number on our jersies. 99% of you don’t give a crap about us
outside of football. When we’re doing well you’re all in our faces, when things
get tough and we need encouragement you’re nowhere to be found. You’re
fake and I despise you for it. We shall band together guys, we’ve been
working hard and we only need each other. NONE of those outsiders will contribute
to our survival as a team or as individuals, you can guarantee that.
#stickclosetoeachother ~corn washington”
OK Mr. Corn, I’ll bite, what oppressive circumstance that none of us can possibly understand are you referencing? Are you suggestingthat none of us come from families that struggled to make ends meet? Maybe none of us were raised by a single parent? Perhaps some of us didn’t eat grilled cheese sandwiches, cheap hot dogs (with no bun), ramen noodles, or fishsticks for dinner AS A TREAT because we came from an era of economic recession that makes today’s seem tame?Bobby
Let me tell you something you shortsighted little moron, poor when I was a kid meant something entirely different than it does now.. and we had it good compared to our parents and grandparents who survived on hope, sunshine, and tap water…
When I was a kid, I didn’t have a video game system, the TV in the LIVING ROOM was 19 inches of black & white goodness and it got 4 channels; two of them without adjusting the rabbit ears every few minutes, and one of those channels was PBS – so Sesame Street & Mr. Rogers all freaking day. This TV was shared by 4 people, you dig?
Hell, I woke up everyday wondering if Russia was going to nuke our asses for no apparent reason or if I might spontaneously explode if I didn’t wear a condom during sex…
I grew up listening to Georgia football on the radio – A.M. RADIO! We were lucky if 4 games were televised a year. I never missed a second of ANY game. I would sit in a 120 degree car until the final whistle if need be.
We had one telephone, with a cord and it was a rotary that I had to ask permission to use. I ate in a restaurant 4 or 5 times a year and wore clothes til they either fell off or I outgrew them. We had 2 window units in our house and I didn’t own a car until I was a senior in high school – guess who bought it and insured it?
Crime was high and if we wanted to go somewhere during the day, we walked – often many, many miles. When I started looking for a job, it took 47 applications before I finally got one – at McDonalds, making $3.35/hour. I attended ****** Georgia Public schools that were UN-air- conditioned (you may find it hard to believe, but it actually used to get hot back in the 70s and 80s… who knew?)
I played high school football in the era where coaches only let us drink water once per practice, before there were limitations on when we could start practicing each year, so we practiced all summer if we wanted to start. My helmet had straps inside, not pads – and spearing, clothesline tackles, horse collar tackles, head slaps, and taking cheap shots @ wide recievers & quarterbacks was not only legal, but expected…
I’ve never run a 4.4, never benched 500 lbs and never been visited by a college coach. I paid my own way to college and worked at Pizza Hut wearing brown polyester for 40 hours a week while attending a full load of classes.
My family is full of nuts, my neighborhood kind of sucked, and so did my my prospects. I would have killed to have worn the red & black, just to run onto the field and stand on the ******** SIDELINE – ONCE.
When I screwed up and got a DUI, no one came to bail me out, I went to court alone, paid my fine, did my community service and dealt with it. It sucked, but I figured I learned that was probably something I
shouldn’t do again… So that I could afford my DUI fine, I went without electricity and
and gas for a summer, which meant the only 2 things that worked in my house were the
door lock and the toilet… I ate white bread and canned mushrooms for many weeks in a row because that’s what the gas station on the corner had.. When I was feeling fancy, I’d buy eggs or
*gasp* Chef Boyardee Ravioli…
So now, here we are.. one of your poor downtrodden teammates has suffered unjustly from some heretofor unknown boogey man that clearly has stacked the deck against him.
Nevermind that 3/4s of the state would have loaned him their car and put him up for the night after he decided to stay in state and play for dear old UGA. Nevermind that 65% of the state forgave him the 1st
4 or 5 times he failed a drug test, acted like a petulant little ***** about school or classwork, came out of every game that an opponent busted him in his little ***** assed mouth, and generally acted like a little dreadlocked flower with all of the toughness of a three legged kitten, possessing the
smarts of a window licking retard with water on the brain…
So now he’s taken to driving around with the next generation of UGA players with a gun that apparently
isn’t his and lo & behold, the serial number has been removed ( a Federal Offense that carries a penalty of 2-10 year in the joint).
But it’s clearly not his fault, I mean.. how could it be, he’s been a model citizen since he left Columbus and arrived on the big stage. Every gesture, every nuance would lead the dispassionate bystander to the opinion that this just COULDN’T POSSIBLY be IC1′s gun!
What the **** is the matter with you morons?
I was around when Frank Ros and the boys stole a pig before the 1980 season.. I was aware of the entire defense getting suspended before playing Miami of Ohio in the Tangerine Bowl ( a game I watched on that black & white TV – we lost as a result in spite of being heavily favored), hell I even vaaaguely remember some of the expoilts of Jake Scott…
Every one of those guys was punished in some way that made them want to die & then they contritely returned to the team, better men for it. (Well, except for Scott who told Dooley to **** off and went to play in Canada before becoming a Super Bowl MVP eventually.. but he didn’t whine like a freaking ***** that nobody understood **sniff**, *******, and besides, I’m pretty sure Jake Scott could kill any one of you just by yelling)
How did your boy IC1 fare after his 6 or 7 chances?
Your little boy brains need to catch up to your full grown man bodies before you find yourselves hanging off the back of a trash collection truck IF YOU’RE LUCKY!
You’re blessed with health, superior athletic ability, and keen minds.. every advantage possible. Free school, a huge support system, the adulation of fans everywhere.. and somehow, we just don’t understand?
Understand what, that you’re a freaking moron? That some of you waste these gifts and then whine like a ***** because instead of giving you a 6th, 7th, 8th, or 9th chance we dare wonder what’n the hell is the matter with you?
I suppose instead I should EXPECT YOU TO FAIL? Then I would understand, right?
Are you idiots eating lead paint sandwiches between all the bong hits
you’re apparently doing?
Be a freaking man and own up to your situation. It’s not everyone
else’s fault, the quicker that takes root in your addled brain the better.
Take the gifts that are given you – the OBVIOUS advantages the wheel of fortune has allowed you to enjoy and make something out of yourself.. or disappear into oblivion (preferably quietly, lest we think you are an even bigger idiot than you have led us to believe already)
I hope your dad is en route to Athens to kick you in the ***
(because I doubt our candy-assed coach will), you need it…
Your Pal,
