Oh Yea? Well I Slept With Your Wife

As Wild Card weekend approaches, testosterone and trash talking are beginning to fill the air. Breathe in deep, it will be gone before you know it.

In the first of many inevitable side stories that the media will forcefully insert into the pre-game pundit chatter, Fred Taylor is taking shots at the Steelers.

The coach? The quarterback? The terrible-towels? The answer is D: None of the Above.

I can hear Tomlin now: “Men, this guy thinks we don’t know how to mow our own lawn. He thinks we live in squalor. Now I don’t know about you, but my family doesn’t live in any damn squalor, does yours? Does your daughter roll around in the mud?! Now let’s go out there and bury this guy in the ground he so disrespectfully calls pathetic!” Talk about your bulletin board material…

But seriously, knocking John Q. Groundskeeper seems a bit harsh, Fred. It seems perfectly fair to assume somebody will take offense to this comment: what individual wouldn’t be at least a little bit ashamed if you were to attack their ability to do their job? But what makes this attack so unique is it’s not like the guy can respond to the comments from inside the locker room to defend his line of work. Furthermore, this wreaks of “just in case we got crushed, I can revert back to this as an excuse.” Now, Fred Taylor has never come across as this type of guy, or anything short of a consummate professional (he’s never complained about his multiple pro-bowl snubs) which makes this comment that much more unsettling.

So as a general rule, save the trash talking to people who can settle the matter on the field…it just doesn’t seem fair to hit a guy who isn’t wearing pads — or at least a headset or Reebok licensed piece of apparel.

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