Here's the part where everyone in the known interwebiverse freaks out about something that really makes no difference.
I get it. It's the offseason. We're a month removed from the draft and a little less than a couple of months away from training camp. The Brett Favre retirement-unretirement stories have tapered off. No one's been arrested in several days. No one's fathered any illegitimate children in several days. And no one's shown their dick to the world in several days. So what else is there to make a big deal about in the NFL right now?
Still, if the Defensive Player of the Year doesn't want to go take an audience with Barack Obama, President of Hittin' Dat Ass, what the hell do I care?
And listen, I don't mean to sound unpatriotic...
I'm a huge fan of America and if I was ever invited to the White House, you better believe I'd drop this keyboard, put some pants on, wipe the chocolate pudding pop off of my face and leave my Mom's basement in a heartbeat. But this is a privilege, not an obligation. Besides, maybe given Obama's 15 State of the Unions since January, Silverback figures he's seen the man enough.
I don't know. I just write a blog.
And for anyone who thinks James Harrison needs an excuse...
Good enough for you?
Now, may the best Staal brother win.
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