- Last Updated: 8:48 AM, May 13, 2012
- Posted: 12:10 AM, May 13, 2012
“I figure,” the AD paraphrased Tarkanian’s reply, “that the more other schools follow the rules, the easier it’ll be for me.”
It takes ‘Dr. Phil,’ not NFL shows, to expose real T.O.
You never know when long-delayed, unpopular truths will be told. Or where.
But Dr. Phil? Dr. Phil McGraw the TV shrink?
For roughly 10 years, Terrell Owens was a go-to darling of NFL pregame shows. Every Sunday at around noon, CBS, FOX and ESPN took turns selling Owens as why we love football.
Say or do something crazy for us, T.O. Boast for us, T.O. Trash-talk for us, T.O. What’s your favorite food, T.O.?
Cut to the tape of Owens dancing and acting self-absorbed on the field during games. Ain’t he the greatest!?
Not to the right-headed, he wasn’t. Here was a guy so me-stricken and whose reality was so twisted by back-slappers that a flip side seemed hidden or ignored.
And sooner, it turns out, than later, it was exposed.
Owens last season dropped from pregame show and NFL game view. But last week he appeared on weekday afternoon TV, where three of the four mothers of his four children confronted him.
They spoke of his relentlessly selfishness, the kind that has left four kids with an absentee father, with no money for them and their mothers, and the loss — squandering — of football and endorsement earnings estimated to be $100 million.
And, to his credit, it wasn’t as if Owens, on “Dr. Phil,” was unwilling to discuss or admit to any of it, that he made irresponsible decisions. The show was maudlin and smacked of lowest-common-denominator daytime, weekday TV, yet it told a story that pandering sports TV would never touch.
But will any of the NFL pregame shows that incessantly profiled Owens, no tough questions asked, as among the coolest dudes to ever have caught passes in NFL games, provide a follow-up profile, a “Where Is He Now?”
Will any of these shows provide some self-inspection for selling such a me-first man an even greater sense of entitlement? Or for encouraging the public to embrace excessively immodest players over all others?
Not a chance. Not when the next Terrell Owens is just around the corner. Not when the pregame show will send a crew to chat up, showcase and celebrate the next Terrell Owens.
It’s not as if Owens was the first to be presented in such a bad-is-great manner. There’s no reason to believe he will be the last. No good reason, anyway.
Sterling cheats radio audience
Curtis Granderson smashed a homer Thursday against the second deck in Yankee Stadium’s right field. It was an absolute, inescapable line drive that smacked the facing, a shot radio listeners deserved to “see.”
But John Sterling would not allow that to alter his, “It is high. ... It is far ...” garbage. He then claimed that the ball landed deep into the lower deck, as if it had been lofted there, nothing about a line drive or hitting against the second deck.
Stunning, that such a smarmy, self-absorbed misinformant has, for the last 22 years, been The Voice of the New York Yankees.
* In his fourth year as SNY’s Mets studio analyst, Bob Ojeda is having his best year. He’s more animated, opinionated and with a lean toward relevant story-telling. Why not? Off-air, he’s an engaging raconteur.
* Shouldn’t Golf Channel’s Kelly Tilghman, before, after or during one of her, “Come on, Tiger!” spiels — as seen and heard, Friday — reveal that she and Tiger Woods have the same rep firm and that she’s heard in Woods’ video games?
* Lookalikes: Greg Patrei, Watervliet, N.Y., submits Rays’ manager Joe Maddon and Spencer Tracy, as he appeared in the 1967 movie, “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner.”
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