the T.O. Show proves that everybody's dreams are different.
I spent most of my weekend within sight of a beautiful day.
I have a corner room and both windows were open. The breeze coming through the windows was as soothing and refreshing as I imagined it during last year’s cabin-fever winter.
At the time of this writing, The T.O. Show is on as I let the stress out. I was surfing and stopped when I saw him and his bodyguard moping about the home after on the day he was cut by the Cowboys. In that moment I could relax and relate with the self-centered jackass. His agony on the show probably lasted as long as his agony in real life – 3 minutes. Then he got signed by Buffalo for X-millions.
This is when I stop relating with him.
Not for the money, fame, press or stone hands in pressure moments, but because he’s on that side of his dream and I’m on this side of my dream. And even though he’s own the downward slope of his playing career, he’s living it and should be able to enjoy the fruits of his dream for a long, long time.
I also stopped relating with him because he packed to bags, bought a fancy house in LA and is now sleeping with the Realtor. At this point I’m starting to think this episode was shot in real time given the flurry of events.
And, T.O., before you let this score go to our head, you should realize that the Realtor played you. AND she got paid, again.
But I watched all the shit from my TV, again.
Time to get to sleep and catch up on my life.
Jesus – now they showed a minute of footage where T.O and his P.R. people ripped on the bodyguard for ripping ass in the brand new Bentley convertable…now he bought a $137, 000 pair of earrings…
This has got Corporate Whoredom written all over it!
