Once again, about this Savage guy …
Cats and chinchillas, it does look like
I have a hate on for Phil. Seems like every take I have is just one
of poppin’ in the banana clip and holding the hammer down on my AK
at Opie while my boi Swerb drives slow like Paul Wall so I can pop caps
at this busta with a mind as clear as a Brahman. But no, I’m not the
Bhodi of malice. It just seems that way. For the millionth time, I don’t
want Phil gone.
But the Souljah’s micro-fracture surgery
and how you spun it? Phil, I’m just sayin’.
You have the only true playa on the team
who is pro bowl worthy, league-leading good – I don’t mean potentially
good like Kam-Rahn or Attitude, or maybe even Bodden - and he is undergoing
career threatening surgery.
Crickets chirp and we’re told at Phil’s
presser, if I recall correctly, that KW2 had some scope surgery.
If you are obsessive enough to come to
a site like this, odds are really good you know what micro-fracture
surgery is. But why chance it? In short, given my stay at a Holiday
Inn Express last fall, I believe I can say with accuracy that micro-fracture
knee surgery involves drilling extremely small holes into the leg bone
(the technical anatomical term) next to the knee bone where there’s
no cartilage left from prior surgery. The blood is supposed to clot
or somethin’ like Bill’s Jello ™ pudding and if all goes well,
you get some crap in there that acts like cartilage for a while. But
hey, why take my word for it when the 21st
Century Authority can tell you all you kneed to know. The good news is there is a 75 – 80% chance
of a full recovery. The bad news is there is a 20 – 25% chance of
failure. And despite our recent karma busting coin flip, I’m not in
love with our odds.
But that’s not the point.
In this day and age, a “knee scope”
is akin to reading about an illegitimate child from a pro athlete, or
TO being a douche bag, or the media genuflecting to Ray Lewis, or a
Bengal arrested. It happens everyday. A micro-fracture surgery is usually
the operation of last resort before retirement; it’s like a free agent
player taking less money to stay with a team. It is a huge deal. When
it happens to your only good player, it is news.
So here’s the point: does Phil owe
it to us to tell it to us straight and not give misleading information?
I write “misleading” because the term “lying” implies intent.
If I have my facts right via Pat Mac, quickly echoed by Jeff Schudel and others,
the procedure was done on January 30th. Here’s the Browns’
release from the Officialest of $ites:
Winslow has successful surgery01.30.2007
Cleveland Browns TE Kellen Winslow underwent a right knee arthroscopy today at the Cleveland Clinic to remove scar tissue and repair some cartilage damage.
Winslow has been released and is expected to make a full recovery. The surgery was performed by Dr. Anthony Miniaci, head team physician and executive director of Cleveland Clinic Sports Health.
The surgery was neither unexpected nor a setback in the career of the young tight end. He had mentioned plans to have the surgery throughout the 2006 season. He frequently complained of soreness in the knee throughout the latter portions of the year.
Winslow tied a Browns single-season record with 89 receptions in '06.
Phil echoed the “arthroscopic surgery”
spin, errrrrrrrrrrrrrr, comment in his February 20th press
conference. Look, 99% of avid sports fans hear “arthroscopic surgery”
and we think of a routine knee scope cleaning up some loose cartilage,
the kind that implies a three-week recovery. The fact that career threatening
micro-fracture surgery is technically performed with an arthroscope
is the lamest of lame rationalizations. Phil couldn’t seem to
tell us straight that it was micro-fracture surgery, and then to make
us feel better, allude as his predecessor would that this was just a
case of a few “teensy, weensy holes” drilled in Winslow’s knee,
the surgeon worked his guts out, and all would be just fine. The first
news this was micro-fracture surgery was in Pat Mac’s piece on February
22nd. OK, so the press release and Phil didn’t SAY
The Souljah ™ didn’t have micro-fracture surgery, nor does
it deny that they repaired some cartilage damage. But c’mon, they
didn’t disclose the nature of the surgery and it sure appears that
Phil took the path of obfuscation given that he was dropping the news
Bentley is done for 2007, and maybe forever. And unlike any injury BS-ing
during the season, he wasn’t gaining any advantage over an opponent
by doing this. All he was doing was withholding information about the
status of our best player. And that is my beef.
Maybe I need to listen more to the advice
of my dawg, G-money, who is essentially an android programmed by Ayn
Rand on these matters. WTF should I care so long as KW2 is back in July?
He’d accuse me of whining. He’d tell me to go get some Vagasil.
Many of you reading are doing that right now. Maybe you’re right.
But dammit, this to me is just another
reminder that I as a fan don’t matter. The fact that you don’t need
to tell me what is really going on with the team that I obsess over,
I pay money to via tickets and gear and grub, is just fine. Maybe it
is unfair to pin this on Phil, since this is endemic in this day and
age of the NFL as corporate entertainment.
But after we as fans didn’t matter
enough to stop Art from taking my team ...
After we didn’t matter enough to stop
the NFL from setting us up for failure after using C-town to extort
about a dozen new stadia ...
After we’re admonished like chih-drin
that after watching setback after setback for one of the worst franchises
in pro sports that we should stop the “gloom and doom” mentality
when we knew our OL just died after the first play of training camp
(not like we weren’t correct or anything) ...
After watching one of the best and most
unique fans’ web communities ever to hit cyberspace being gobbled
up by a third-rate corporate media outlet and turned out like a $ 20
Ho, and fresh Browns centric content replaced by syndicated “league”
pabulum and recycled hacks devoid of any karma connected with Cleveland
and Browns’ fans ...
I guess it is fair to call me, as Mike
Hargrove would say, red-assed. For anyone outside of Texas and baseball,
that means, “thin-skinned”.
Dawgs, I’ll wrap it up and say it plain.
I am so sick of losing and rudderless sucking. But I’m still here;
I’m still standing. I’ll watch the draft. I’ll hit the sites.
I’ll buy the A Pete jersey. I’ll be there surrounded by orange seats
in the fall downing a couple $ 5.50 brewskis and slamming soggy, overcooked
$ 4.00 brats while The Most Boring Show On Earth ™ stumbles along
and the teams’ idea of marketing is to drag out every last body who
played before 1990 and show the same black and white highlights from
the Mesozoic Era on the big screens. You can have my Browns’ when
you can pry them out my cold, dead hands, bitches. Phil, you had me
as a fan when the doc slapped my newborn ass.
Just tell me The Truth.