Attention Whore Robert Griffin III Doesn’t Care For Your Attention

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When things are great, it’s wonderful to have the adoration of the powerful camera lenses. But, when life has got you down, those once loving lenses can be heartless bitch child.

Just ask Redskins QB Robert Griffin III.

In 2011 and 2012, Griffin was the darling of the clamoring media. Like a Wendy’s Asiago Ranch Chicken Sandwich, everyone wanted a piece of the lovable, fun, and non-threatening superstar.

But, after a disappointing year in 2013, the bloom was off the rose for the 23 year-old. Criticism was aplenty and sometimes personal.

So, in the middle of the playoffs, with his team long forgotten, Griffin had all the attention solely on him to tell the world he doesn’t want their attention.

On Facebook ( I thought you were young and hip?) he responded to a hater: “You think I want it to be national news that I visit a beach? Or shop at Walmart? Or wore red shoes instead if green yesterday? Well I don’t,” Griffin said.

Hmm. I seem to remember a certain Baylor quarterback amid all the national hoopla, unveiling what silly juvenile socks he’d wear to the media as if anyone actually gave a shit on a weekly basis. So, you switched the word “socks” with “shoes” and didn’t think I’d notice, huh?

Oh and the commercials? I guess those weren’t about attention either. Neither was the ultra essential documentary about his knee surgery. Strictly business, right? I mean doesn’t every athlete have a fully licensed motion picture about a medical procedure?

Many athletes in Griffin’s shoes, or socks, have gone through his current predicament. Everything in their athletic life has been coated in success and criticism was usually barred from entering the party. Now when unflattering words descend, they don’t how to react.

A small, albeit it very small, part of me feels for athletes. In exchange for making millions of dollars, they are prisoners in their own home. Even a trip to somewhere like Walmart perhaps can be a circus.

But, at the same time if you want the treasures of being an athlete you have to put yourself out there and get the airtime. Like the girl who wears skin tight pants with some sexual innuendo planted on the ass like “Juicy” or “Buttcrack” (Ok I made that last one up), you can’t be thoroughly repulsed when a testosterone filled male leers at your caboose.

It comes with the territory.

But, don’t worry Robert. A few more seasons of 2013, you won’t have the problem of the limelight in your face. The problem will be how to get it back.

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