Monthly Archives: January 2013

Am I the only one who is sick of hearing Ray Lewis go on, and on, and on, and on again about God?  It was bad enough when he did his pre game yells that sound like he’s trying to attract a Sasquatch, and that stupid “chicken dance” he has to do.  Now he’s crying and shoving God and Jesus down our throats any time a television camera is near him. 

When you retire you can go join Pat Robertson on the 700 club and preach your gospel to all who will listen.  Right now you are just a football player.  A football player who should be grateful and humbled for the long and esteemed career you have experienced.  It almost was for not, or have you forgot what happened 13 years ago?

I do have a question for The Reverend Ray Ray. Where was God on the morning of January 31, 2000, in Atlanta, when your limo was speeding out of a parking lot while two young men lay dying in pools of their own blood?  Perhaps he was at The Fulton County Jail preparing a 6’ x 8’ cell for you?   

The only people, who know what happened that morning, are you, your “posse”, and the deceased.  Two sons, two nephews, two brothers, and one father to be, lost everything in that parking lot.  All you seemed to lose was the shiny white suit you were wearing that morning.  I see you have replaced it in your closet with a never ending supply of Art Modell tee shirts.

For the families of those two young men, watching your antics as the Ravens continue to advance to Super Bowl XLVII, compounds and stirs up all those feelings of loss and angers them that no one has ever been convicted of the killings.    

So Ray, do everyone a favor.  Stop all the hysterics, shut up, and just play football.  When the game’s over just fade away into what’s left of your life.  Remember, if things had gone differently, you could be watching the super bowl on a 25” console TV in a prison rec room with OJ Simpson instead of playing in the game. 

-Sly-