You guys, despite all the celebrity that goes along with being a Bizzo staffer, have no idea what it’s like to be perpetually in the limelight. You guys can go out, get smashed, and drive around San Francisco or Austin or wherever like bats out of hell, and nothing happens.

We professional athletes, on the other hand, are scrutinized to a ridiculous degree for everything we do…both on and off the field.

Yes, I get high fives from just about everyone in the US for having sexual intercourse with so many high profile women. But, you know what? I also get punched in the groin sometimes by Giambi or the New York Media for being so damn beautiful and clean-cut.

So, give Cedric a little breathing room. Mostly so he can try and clear his breath before agreeing to the breathalyzer, but still…

Cut the guy some slack. It’s hard when a team turns around and trades a guy who goes on to have a pretty damn good year for the Jets and places all it’s faith in you. Who wants that, anyway? Who wants to be told they’re the team’s guy and they believe in you?

Well, besides me of course.

Anyway…what was my point?

Oh yeah. Point is that Toph sent me some weird email about you guys heading to Vegas or something and wanting to bring me along. Just wanted to know if you guys cared if I bring some friends with and meet you there on my private jet. I mean, it’d be pretty tough to fit all the New York Knicks cheerleaders and the Swedish Women’s Olympic Volleyball team into first class all at once.

On second thought…that sounds amazing.
I gotta go give United a call.

Jeets, OUT.