Straight No Chaser: Need A Moment?

By Desi Cortez, BASN Columnist
Updated: November 30, 2010

Normal 0

DENVER (BASN) — DeSean Jackson is having a Michael Jackson Diva moment.

Have you checked out the “Snickers” candy bar commercials where the Queen of Soul, Aretha Franklin and Liza Minnelli .

. . play themselves, moody, temperamental divas, I wonder. . . if Michael were still alive, could they get him to play a “diva,” after all, he started out as a little Black boy like me, and ended up an old White women like my neighbor.

I meander.

The charges against Jackson; going half-speed, not running routes 110%, not being a legit decoy attracting double coverage, avoiding contact, alligator arms, having a yellow belly and the backbone of Gumby.

Word is; before, during and after the loss to the Chi-Town Bears, Both Andy Reid and Mike Vick, the Eagle’s head coach and signal caller had to confront Jackson about his “punk-ass/sissy-boy” behavior, (that’s my summation, not Reid’s or Vick’s) which was undermining the efforts of the Philadelphia Eagles to win it all. His “immaturity” is apparently an issue.

He may be as fast as Superman, but emotionally, mentally – he’s Superboy.

Jeremy Maclin and LeSean McCoy attempted to talk to Jackson after the loss, but to no avail, Jackson exited the locker room without talking to the sportswriters, his male-thong inside out n’ twisted sideways.

OK, so here we sit, DJ runs like a Reindeer, but the prima-dona’s as soft as cashmere – he aint Ronnie Lott with hands, he ain’t Hines Ward. Now sure, Riley Cooper and Jason Avant are talented and bring their own skill set to the gridiron.

But I don’t know if they’re enough, and, perhaps the city of Brotherly love might lose some blind-love for Jackson, send him packing, find somebody else willing to play the game like Mike Vick’s willing to play.

Someone like Plaxico Burress??

Andy, lend a helping-hand another brother who had the book hurled at him, who’s clearly paid his dues and done his time for shooting himself in the ass . . . while in public.

Perhaps together these two men, shown some luv from the city of brotherly love – will live up to their end of the bargain, Vick won’t kill nor eat any German Sheppards nor will Plax won’t shoot himself in his other butt-cheek – and together they will bring a long sought after NFL Championship title to Philly.

Its that simple.

Jackson might be little more then a talented twerp, Plax is a man, a scorned and wronged man, a man with a righteous chip on his shoulder – he got screwed for being a bumbling fool.

Plax will come back determined to make a statement, make the heartless critics eat black crow and make a few million to retire on. This is only Tic-Tac-Toe logic.

Here, allow me to be brutally honest, I can’t stand the thought of DeAss Jackson , the 2009 Northern California Harvest Queen undermining Mike Vick’s “Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated” tour, plus, Plaxico, like Vick – was lynched, made an example-of, sacrificed, shot-at-sunrise to make a social/political point – and I don’t like it, not one flippin’ bit, and not to mention – I’m a firm believer in recognizing people are little more then collections of contradictions; we do good, we do bad, one moment a fireman is saving a child from a burning home – that night he may be beating his own . . . hopefully we all strive to do much more good then bad.