First of all, I'll be blogging more often. That's a threat promise. I'm motivated to get back into it, plus my boss is forcing me. That's a joke. Which part is the joke? You figure it out.
Second, Matt Jones is my new hero. He's my hero because he reminds me and all of us that the wide receiver position, known for its insufferable prima donnas, isn't as infected as we all want to believe. I mean, Chad Johnson is no treasure. Neither are Terrell Owens, Plaxico Burress and Jerry Porter.
But they're not criminals. They're just jerks.
Matt Jones reminds us that, in the grand scheme of things, a person can do worse than be a jerk. He can snort his underachieving career away. Allegedly.


