Dez Bryant made half of the NFL scouting world breath in toxic methane in Lufkin, Texas and couldn’t remember to bring his shoes the workout.
Dez is merging into Adarius Bowman Boulevard and has his turn signal set for Canada. Sure, Dez will get drafted and won’t implode like Bowman did before the draft. But he’s literally losing millions of dollars by small things like forgetting his shoes.
(However, this guy says he brought eight pairs of shoes)
If he can’t remember his shoes, how can he remember an encyclopedia of an NFL playbook?
Then he supposedly showed up to his workout with a 10-man entourage. This almost always never works out for the host (Bryant) like it does the parasites (his boys). For other examples, see: Iverson, Allen or Hammer, M.C.
With all things being equal, the NFL will draft on character. Perhaps, to avoid a Pacman Jones situation, they’ll take a lesser talented player that they can count on to show up, pay attention and give 100%. Life isn’t a rap video. I’m not sure what can be gained by showing up with a posse, sporting bling and conveying a “the man is putting me down” and “show me my props” attitude.
His pay day is NOW. The opportunity is now. If you don’t go in the first round, you’ll have to perform for three to four years in the league to get a big contract. Why jeopardize your initial signing bonus and contract to keep it real? Just pretend you’re falling in line until draft day … then make it rain and start banging shorties.
After Dez Bryant’s punt return for a score against OU in the 2008 Bedlam game, I’ve never been more attracted to a grown man. That affection has steadily ebbed to apathy … then anger … then disappointment … now, I kind of feel sorry for him. He’s either extremely arrogant or a complete dumbass.