T.O. Signs with Seahawks

Say what you want about Terrell Owens, it’s probably true. Granted the man in his prime was one of the top receivers in the game, but his sideshow attraction attitude is more Octomom than Ocho Cinco.

Situps in the driveway? I love me some me? Calling Jeff Garcia gay? Horrific reality TV? Dropped passes by the truckload? 25 million reasons not to kill himself? ALL coming after his prime, and now, a city that has had their sports morale crushed over the last half decade, things just got worse.

Owens signed a one-year, one million dollar deal with Seattle, which at age 38, just one year removed from knee surgery, should be his last. But how bad are things in Seattle that they had to go this route? Was Steve Largent not available? Jerry Rice? If you are going to take a washed up wideout, at least take one that wont poison your team. Even if Russell Wilson beats out Matt Flynn for the starting job, do you really want him targeting Owens?

But maybe this is just part of  a masterplan by Pete Carroll to sink the Seahawks, get fired and be bought out of his contract, stand aside like the Italian cruise ship captain who sunk a freaking sea liner, and become the head coach at Texas when Mack Brown retires?

Between giving a gazillion dollars to Flynn, Marshawn Lynch’s inability to call a taxi, and Pete Carroll’s seemingly unawareness of anything, Seattle gets another punch in the gut. Sonics leave, Ichiro gets traded, and now this disaster. If Pearl Jam ends up relocating to the Bahamas, when the Mayan prophecies come true in December, please, kill Seattle first and put them out of their misery.

(Maybe) Rumors out of the Pacific Northwest include the following:

Owens requested to wear the number 12.
On a tour of Seattle, offensive coordinator Darrell Bevell took Owens to the Pike Place Fish Market, the catch of the day was… not caught by T.O.
Owens owes so much back child support that he signed with the Seahawks thinking they were another Indoor Football League team.

All kidding aside though, TO has kept his nose clean (unlike MANY other receivers in the league), and when he was at his best, was flat out amazing. I still hate him from the touchdown grab he made against the Packers in 1998, but the emotion of that moment and many others proved he was worthy of praise.  Playing in a Super Bowl with a broken leg? Celebrating on “The Star” in Dallas? Get your popcorn ready AND the Sharpie game? Lasting memories, but this though reeks on both ends, not only for a washed up star, but for a franchise headed nowhere fast.

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