He's Pacman again.
Adam Jones was supposed to be a changed man, a player who stayed out of trouble and dedicated himself to the game of football and playing Pro Bowl-caliber corner for the Dallas Cowboys.
We should have known better.
Pacman will always be Pacman.
He talked the talk when he wanted back into the league, promising NFL commissioner Roger Goodell he would stay out of trouble. Adam, he said, would be good.
Too bad Pacman overruled him. Goodell had no choice but to suspend him indefinitely for his latest violation of the league's personal-conduct policy. He told him one incident and he would be in trouble.
What Jones did a week ago would go unreported if it were someone else. Getting into a scuffle with your bodyguard is nothing, but it's just another incident in a pattern of bad judgment.
Pacman. He's the player who was suspended for the 2007 season for violating the league's personal conduct policy for multiple violations of the NFL's conduct policy, so it's a big deal. He has no room for error.
Yet here he is causing trouble. The biggest crime Jones has committed is being guilty of stupidity.
It's like in the old movie North Dallas Forty, which was about the wild Cowboys of the 1960s. In that movie, Mac Davis asked Nick Nolte to get in a pile. Nolte tells him no, that it's the same old pile.
Davis laughs and said he's going to get knee deep in it.
Jones is the same way. He can't avoid the pile.
Now he's knee deep in it. Only this time it's a pile of something not-so-nice smelling, if you know what I mean.