C'mon, just be honest
This has not been a sterling week for the concept of full disclosure.
Between the fudging of facts, the sins of omission and the outright lying, we're once again, as that Sports Illustrated writer once famously said about Bob Irsay, fighting a losing battle with the truth.
I'm not sure if I'm more tired of Jay Gibbons, who couldn't even come convincingly clean in his big admission/apology yesterday, or Samari Rolle, who duped me and a lot of other people into backing his "boy'' claims by leaving out a particular detail of the argument with the official -- that he started it.
He sparked it all in the final seconds of Monday's game by griping to Phil McKinnely that he "never played the game.'' He was incorrect. He was unnecessarily antagonistic. And he didn't mention that in the locker room the night of the game, only a day later, after the firestorm had blown up and the debate had begun. Neither did the other players who picked up on that theme. They took that word out of its real context, and then went further and shoved it into a different context (based on the timeline of when everything actually happened, Bart Scott hurling the flag into the stands had no connection whatsoever with the Rolle-McKinnely confrontation).
The NFL backed McKinnely and the crew. The league should never have been in the position to have to back them on the so-called controversial calls; every game is full of them, but every game doesn't end with players on the losing team insisting, in essence, that the games are fixed. As the NBA's David Stern has said throughout the years of accusations about his league, by doing that, you're charging him with a crime.
As for the Rolle-McKinnely confrontation, I still say refs have to be above that, and belittling Rolle with such a personal, loaded response is out of line. On the other hand, can these guys grow up at some point and stop resorting to name-calling when they don't like the way things are going? Oh, and can they also tell the whole truth next time they try to publicly bury somebody and his reputation?
Gibbons? There's nothing else to say about him except, "You're completely full of you-know-what.''
The chronology of lies laid out by Rick Maese this morning was priceless. Here are two further reasons why everyone should be sick to death of Gibbons: All the previous denials had to do with failing drug tests and using steroids. Well, Fibbons (er, Gibbons) was using hGH, not steroids, and testing was not a factor.
Then, in his statement, he played the injury-rehab card. Oooh, good one. I've never heard that one before. Hey, it was all on the up-and-up, which is why he made sure he didn't tell anybody about it and carefully worded every response over the years to avoid mentioning anything about it. You do that all the time when you take meds to get over injuries. Besides, doesn't everybody get help with recovering from an injury by getting a prescription from a doctor they don't know, going online to an out-of-state pharmacy and using a credit card? I did the same thing when I hurt my shoulder a couple of years ago, except it was the exact opposite.
Of course, if you're a ballplayer like him, why not lie? As long as you don't do it in front of a grand jury, you're pretty much in the clear (pun intended). Then again, he eventually told the truth, way after the fact, after he got busted, and didn't snarl at any reporters while doing it, so I guess we can all move on. His cap size never grew, his numbers never grew, he didn't challenge any hallowed records, so what's the big deal?
OK, so the entire premise of this item, about our athletes needing to be honest? Uh, never mind.