Wednesday, June 8, 2011

OK...see ya

Big news!  Not.

Terrelle Pryor announced that he will skip his final season at Ohio State.  What's that I hear, wailing and gnashing of teeth?  Hardly.  More like a collective "oh", the kind you utter when your old auntie tells you that her neighbor, Estelle, passed away.  Didn't know her, but it's too bad anyway.

Ohio State script, shades of gray since 1936.
Pryor was ultrahyped as a recruit to OSU.  He did well, delivered some very exciting performances, though I have trouble getting really excited about Ohio State, ever, unless I have a financial interest in their results.  The insurmountable obstacle that faces guys like Pryor is that unless they are performing at a superhuman pace every game-and in every public moment of  their personal lives, too, they have no chance to ever live up to the hype.  Nobody can do that.

Pryor was going to be gone for the first five of fall anyway, the punishment for selling some of his stuff.  The crime that took down Coach Tressel and now Pryor (and probably more to come) wasn't much of a crime, in my opinion.  He sold some of his stuff.  HIS stuff.  So what?  Players who commit real crimes, actions that are against the law as opposed to against the rules, they can ride out their problems and come back and join the team, rah-rah for the team, as long as they are properly publicly humble.  

Pryor hustled for a few bucks, selling stuff that had been given to him.  Probably would have been ok if he'd done something actually illegal, gone to court, received supervision and then apologized to everybody.

Which brings up my big question: outside of Columbus, does this really matter?




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