Ole Miss on Sunday announced the suspension of All-American defensive tackle Robert Nkemdiche for the Sugar Bowl, leading to the end of the college career of the recently arrested junior.
As expected, many reactions from Rebel Nation were supportive of the star player.
The well-wishes for Nkemdiche were plenty. He received thanks for his role in helping the Rebels become a highly ranked team under coach Hugh Freeze. Fans said they are looking forward to what he will do next in football.
I am a lifelong Ole Miss fan, though as a Tulane graduate the Green Wave are my No. 1 team, and I join Rebel Nation in their support of Nkemdiche. I am also mad as hell at him.
It seems to me he is using his suspension as a gateway to the NFL next season. He declared for the 2016 draft Sunday just one week after he was charged with possession of marijuana in Atlanta and was injured in a 15-foot fall from his room at the Grand Hyatt.
Serve the suspension. Wait until after Jan. 1, when Ole Miss plays in the Sugar Bowl for the first time since 1970, to announce NFL plans. Deal with the present and delay the future, where Nkemdiche is a likely first-round pick.
This guy is going on with his life as if nothing bad really happened, as evidenced by this fawning story from the Ole Miss Spirit website. The story leads with Nkemdiche playing the saxophone with his band at Morgan Freeman’s Ground Zero blues club in the Mississippi Delta.
The headline: Ole Miss junior defensive tackle Robert Nkemdiche refuses to adhere to a stereotype
The story waits until the 12th paragraph to mention what happened in Atlanta, and the writer devotes only three paragraphs to the events.
This makes me mad as hell.
I also saw the suspension story at espn.com, where readers’ comments are more interesting than the story itself.
This is the first comment I saw:
“I must say I’m a little disappointed in ESPN. Sure getting caught with Mary Jane is bad and news worthy but why are they skipping over the real story here…he fell 15ft TWICE?? how is that possible?”
This makes me mad as hell. The possession charge is the real story.
Of course, I am not staying mad. I have things I need to get done.
I am Captain Santa this week and I am looking for lovelies to keep my lap warm at my house on Christmas Eve. I wish I could frolic with these models in celebrity photographer Tony Kelly’s 2012 picture for The Daily Mail. If I can find lookers like them, we will have a very Merry Christmas Eve.
