LaDainian Tomlinson was officially released by the San Diego Chargers on Monday. And I hated it.
No, I’m not a Chargers fan. In fact, I’m not even a Tomlinson fan. Heck, I advocated trading him TWO YEARS AGO after he sat on the bench and sulked during the AFC Championship Game against the Patriots. But I still hated it.
I know major league sports is big business. You have to do what is best for the team if you’re serious about playing for titles. It’s why I called on San Diego to trade Tomlinson and keep Michael Turner. And yet I still hated it.
I hated it because I know what lies ahead. The next time I see Tomlinson on the field it will be in a uniform of some other team. It won’t look right. It won’t feel right. It won’t BE right. LT became a Hall of Famer as a Charger and should’ve always been a Charger until the day he retired from professional football.
When I think about Jerry Rice with Oakland or Seattle I wince.
When I think about Emmitt Smith with Arizona I feel sick.
When I think about Joe Montana with Kansas City I fight back nausea.
I don’t fault the teams for their decisions. I don’t blame the players for wanting to play. Everybody has to do what they feel is right.
And for me, that’s to hate it.
THERE IT IS!