Millionaires screw up dream lives


Joshua Boley/Editor in Chief

Millionaires screw up dream lives

Ian Taylor, staff writer

As an “everyday average normal guy,” I pride myself on looking at things in a very practical sense, taking the proverbial step back to make sure I get the entire perspective of all situations prior to passing judgment. With that said, some things are just so stupid it is nearly impossible to give someone the benefit of the doubt.

In this particular rant the issue at is the recent arrest of professional football player Dwayne Bowe, the Kansas City Chief wide-receiver. I am more than aware of the fact as my blood is a diabolical mix of red and yellow, but even as a fan, I find it hard to turn a blind eye in this situation.

Now, before you tear this paper into tiny little pieces that you then set ablaze, allow me to clarify the issue here.  

It is not the sticky icky D-Bowe was allegedly in possession of because, let’s be honest, people, it’s legal in multiple states, and if that is the case, it should be everywhere. It’s not the 13 mph Bowe exceeded the speed limit by, because we can all agree these may be the worst social norms ever accepted. The issue I have is the stupidity he displayed as a man getting paid to live his dream.

Think for a few seconds about how great it would be to get paid to play a sport you loved for a living.  Go ahead, I’ll wait.

What conclusion did you come to?  I imagine it is something along the lines of YYYYEEESSSS!  So tell me why it seems like we hear another story every other day about one of these overnight millionaires ruining everything they have worked for in the blink of an eye?

It can not be they have not been through the struggle, because that is the main excuse  that we hear—that because these guys come from underprivileged families, they do not know how to deal with the money blah blah. Can we finally call BS?

How many years of young men jacking it all up right in front of their eyes does it take before they understand?  

I don’t know about you, but being a person from a not-so-wealthy home, I could say without a shadow of doubt that this would never happen to me.  Granted, there are freak occurrences in life that seem to be out of our hands, but rolling around in your Audi R8 with 15 grams of the devil’s bush in your possession is not one of them.  

Dwayne, I still love you, and hope you sprinkle whatever substance you need on your early morning Cheerios, but for the love of God, gentlemen, can we use that brain in our noggin rather that the bicep on our arm for more than three minutes a day?