The news broke late Monday afternoon about Antonio Brown’s new contract extension with the Steelers, and social media was immediately flooded with images of him twerking. This one, for example.
No one has earned the right to an excessive celebration more than Brown. Not after the year he has had.
Never mind all the catches, touchdowns, game-breaking plays, the third straight first-team All-NFL selection and the Steelers’ trip to the AFC championship game.
It’s the constant noise about the distraction his end-zone celebrations had become. How the flags were endangering his team on the field. How winning “Dancing With The Stars” might mean more to him than winning a ring. And how his Facebook Live show meant he was selfish, immature, unintelligent, violated the franchise’s trust and the sanctity of the locker room, and was becoming less and less worth the trouble.
Amazing what the space of a few months, and of the approach of a deadline and a sudden confrontation with reality, can all make a distraction disappear.
As great as any player can be, if he lasted longer than Davis did, the only thing that should get credit for it is luck. To go a generation back, no running back left as permanent an impression as Bo Jackson. He’s never going to get into Canton. He wasn’t lucky enough to play long enough.
To go to Davis’ era itself, Sterling Sharpe is getting overlooked almost the exact same way.
Tom Brady is planning for his 18th season. He’s lucky. He didn’t dodge all the bullets, either, let’s not forget.
Neither did Peyton Manning. Or Adrian Peterson. Or Rob Gronkowski. Or Earl Thomas. Or Jamaal Charles.