I thought someone was going to tell James Harrison to shut up.
Didn’t anyone tell James Harrison to shut up?
WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL JAMES HARRISON TO SHUT THE HELL UP?
Yesterday, James Harrison wasn’t at practice. Coach Tomlin says it was because James was upset that he’s perceived as a dirty player so he gave him the day off. James’ agent says it was because James is SERIOUSLY considering retirement. I say it’s because James Harrison is being a big sissy cwhy-baby.
Honestly, I’m truly considering if I can play football in the NFL by the rules that they’re trying to make. I’m honestly going to sit down with my coach and see if I can play football within the NFL rules and still be effective. If not, I may have to give up playing football.
If I don’t get the answer that I feel will make me effective at what I do and still not put myself at getting hurt or injured, then I’m going to have to try to find a way that I may possibly be able to get out of whatever agreement I’ve made with the Steelers.
Allow me to translate. “I’m taking my ball, and I’m going home.”
Here’s the thing, James, hundreds and hundreds of tackles happened last Sunday that weren’t fined. That means there is in fact a way to play in the NFL without being fined for questionable hits. I don’t believe your hits were illegal, but at the same time, it seems to me that it can’t be that hard to make a tackle within the new guidelines being sent down from the NFL in an effort to protect brains.
“Yeah I’m going to fight it, but if it comes back as this is how it is and nothing’s going to be done, then I’m going to have to seriously consider a career change or whatever it may be.”
Again. Ball. Taking it. Going home.
James’ agent said:
“We wouldn’t joke about [retirement],” Parise said. “This is a very serious issue.”
Dear James, my advice to you is similar to advice I’ve written to Jeff Reed recently. Recognize that you live a charmed life, no matter how unfair and poopy you feel it is right now. You are paid millions and millions of dollars to make tackles and you’ve been fined for concussing two players in one game. It might not be fair, but James, you don’t see this enough in your aforementioned charmed life, so I’m going to break it to you … Life is not fair. It is not fair for ANYBODY.
In a few games, you might inadvertently make a helmet-to-helmet hit and you might get fined for it. Guess what? It will not in fact be the end of the world.
I was on your side until you started whining to the media. Until you pouted about how you’re being perceived as a dirty player. Until you went on the frickin’ radio and threatened to retire and then showed up at practice the next day. The idea of taking your ball and going home is to take your ball and go home. Have a snack. Watch Punky Brewster. It is not to pick up your ball, walk around the block, and then show up and say, “Just kidding.”
If you’re worth the money you’re being paid, if you’re worth your Super Bowl rings, if you’re worth the uniform on your back, you’d take the fine, shut up, show up for work, be thankful for your job and your handsome paycheck, work your ass off knowing there are so many damn problems in the world greater than your inability to smash heads to your exact liking, and say, “I’m James Freaking Harrison. I will find a way to bring your ass to the ground and I’ll do it in a way that is indisputably legal. But trust me. You will still hear the birdies and see the stars when you open your eyes.”
Just grow up. Shut up. And play ball.
If you can’t do that, then maybe it really is time to retire.