What your view of sports and life would be if you had too many concussions
It’s amazing what one punch can do. Before last fall’s Falcon Punch, Blount was under legitimate consideration as an NFL Draft Pick. Even afterward, many thought he had rebuilt his stock enough to be taken in the 3rd or 4th round. But for some reason, the NFL guys had a different opinion; they selected Blount in the NEVER round.
In other words, Blount spent his Saturday afternoon just like I did; chilling on the couch and not getting calls from NFL teams. Sure, I wasn’t being broadcast live on ESPN, but even if I were, I’d still be in my own living room and not on full humiliation display like Brady Quinn a few years back.
Photo hat tip: Deadspin
As mentioned, Blount had some believers, but none enough to have picked up the phone and select the former Oregon Duck running back. Now, he’s suddenly a rookie free-agent plying his wares around a league that likely just got a hell of a lot more sensitive to off-field issues in light of the situation currently embroiling a certain Pittsburgh Steeler quarterback. It really has to hurt to know you are too much of a problem child for even the Vikings or the Raiders.
He’s as alone on the proverbial NFL desert island as Boise State lineman Byron Hout was knocked unconcsious by Blount’s sucker punch. While it may have cost him a phone call on draft day, he can take consolation in the fact that punch was sweet enough to win a Dubsism Budd Dwyer Award for Excellence in Career Suicide. He can also hope that some will see the redemptive power of his right hand; it may have been unsportsmanlike and most assuredly a cheap shot, but how many people would welcome LeGarrette Blount back into the fold if he were to unleash one of those jaw-rattling, brain-bruising knuckle wonders into the face of Ben Roethlisberger?