Everybody Involved Edition

Tuesday night Dallas Cowboys wide receiver Terrell Owens got himself into one hell (everybody kept blurting out that word all week, must be a Texas thing) of a mess. Doubtful anyone will ever know exactly what happened, but Owens ended up in the hospital. Was his stomach pumped? He denies it. What we do know is there were pills involved, and more importantly, a week's worth of stupidity.

Once the local paper caught wind of the police report (apparent suicide), the news media went nuts. Dallas Police Detective Rick Watson was cryptic, "I'm gonna be limited with the amount of information I'm gonna release today." Coach Bill Parcells got on the microphone Wednesday. He grew frustrated and after saying he'd had enough of being "interrogated," Owens himself appeared with his publicist by his side to break his silence, and he lets the cat out the bag: he's peachy.

Luckily, late Thursday afternoon it all came to a close (oh, please Lord!) when police closed the case, declaring the incident, "an accidental overdose." Golly. It's great when fiascos have some meat to them and provide cocktail-hour-worthy fodder, but in this one, everyone's to blame: the coach, the police, the news media (especially), and maybe even Owens for hiring such a terrible publicist, because we've all been wasted on a non-story.

Genius.

Comments

[Doug Flutie]

You can't be hatin on T.O. -- the poor guy is always getting beatup by the press. Leave the man alone. After all, can you blame him if he happened to mixup one bottle of pills in his medicine cabinet from another?

Nobody's perfect.

[Jake Plummer]

Shut up Doug, you scab.

[Aaron Brooks]

Doug Williams was a scab?