There are some people in sports who spend their entire career carefully crafting a public persona that they try to present to the public at all times. Many of them have a natural way with the media, an innate ability to give satisfactory answers to questions without ever saying anything controversial. Sometimes without saying anything at all.
They dress well, but not too well. They smile when the occasion calls for it, but are careful not to gloat. They know exactly how much contriteness to show after a loss, without looking "defeated."
You won't find them at the club, you won't see them in a celebrity sex tape and, if all goes well, they will go months at a time without ever being mentioned on Deadspin. You know the types I'm referring to: Eli Manning, Joe Mauer, Coach K. People who cannot and will not be baited.
Then there is the polar opposite. There are plenty of people in sports who have absolutely no interest in playing the good guy (or girl). Some take pleasure in riling up the media and attracting attention to themselves.
Some enjoy stoking the fires of a heated fanbase rivalry. And some are just so damn old, they don't give a f*** anymore.
For whatever reason, they take some kind of pleasure in wreaking havoc.
Here are 20 people in sports who just don't give a f***.
Alex Rodriguez, the Yankees most expensive piece of dead weight, might be one of the most disliked athletes of an entire generation. There is just something about this guy, something beyond his ridiculously excessive contract, that rubs people the wrong way. A lot of people may be bothered by A-Rod, but A-Rod sure doesn't seem to be bothered by anything.
His embarrassing pictorial in Details magazine made him the subject of public mockery for years. His production has been in a downward spiral for even more years. Accusations that he is a terrible teammate and horrible human being have plagued him. He was voted the "phoniest" player in MLB by his peers in 2012. His production was abysmal enough that he was moved down in the order and ultimately benched for most of the 2012 playoffs.
None of this stuff fazes him in the slightest. A-Rod looked as content as I've ever seen him while chilling in the dugout during the Yanks embarrassing 2012 playoff run; lounging out with his feet up and a bag of sunflower seeds for each game, and scoring the digits of hot models in the stands before the games. A-Rod is happy being A-Rod and he doesn't give an eff about anything else.
He wasn't even the slightest bit shaken by all the talk that the Yankees might try to unload him in the offseason, even if it meant paying the rest of his monster contract. It didn't hurt his feelings because A-Rod doesn't have feelings. It certainly didn't worry him because he knows the no-trade clause in his contract means that he will be parading in pinstripes for as long as he damn well pleases.
And ya know what, Yankees fans? If you don't like it, A-Rod told me to tell you that you can all suck it because he's going to be there forever. He also told me to tell you that it's gonna to be cold. It's gonna to be grey. And it's gonna last you for the rest of your life.
I'm not going to argue whether or not the SEC is the best conference in the country (I think they are) mostly because SEC coaches, players, fans and the media are constantly doing it themselves.
Proponents of the SEC have a lot of anecdotal evidence to suggest they are, in fact, the best conference in NCAA football, but their inability to just chill out about it has really begun to alienate a large portion of college football fans who didn't attend an SEC school.
In December 2012, Vanderbilt's head coach James Franklin proved just how pervasive this has become within the division when he voted undefeated Notre Dame No. 4 in the country; behind Alabama (12-1), Georgia (11-2) and Florida (11-1). To his credit, Franklin was unapologetic and didn't backpedal, maintaining it was his "educated opinion."
But even South Carolina's Steve Spurrier, not someone known to hold back, voted Notre Dame No. 1 because "they won all their games." Although, if it were anonymous, Spurrier confessed he may have done things differently.
Notre Dame fans might have been outraged by Franklin's ballot, but athletic officials at Vanderbilt were not—he was rewarded with a long-term contract extension the very next day.
Lakers resident clown Metta World Peace obviously does not give a f***; why else would he have changed his name to Metta World Peace? Perhaps he'll come to his senses someday, like Chad Johnson, and change it back, but something tells me that MWP doesn't do much second guessing.
Honestly, he's more likely to change his name to something crazier (like Thundercats World Domination) than revisit Ron Artest. Whatever though, we all know that MWP's "suck it, jags" attitude extends far beyond his name. Back in his hooligan days with the Pacers, the artist formerly known as Artest was the headlining star of the infamous 2004 brawl with the Pistons, fantastically named "Malice in the Palace." He was suspended.
In 2006, then with the Kings, he was suspended for one game for throwing an below to the dome of the Spurs' Manu Ginobili. Artest landed in Los Angeles in 2009 and that's when things started to get weird. He got the weird hair, the weird name, exchanged very weird sexts with a stranger from Twitter and gave a lot of very strange interviews.
Then at the end of the 2011-12 regular season, things seemed to come full circle when MWP delivered a viscous elbow directly to the dome of the Thunder's James Harden; earning him a suspension. The Lakers went on to lose to the Thunder in the playoffs, but MWP continued berating Harden at every opportunity: He refused to shake Harden's (a "bench player") hand during their series and during the Finals mocked him on Twitter as "No brain All beard."
Something tells me that irony is completely lost on MWP. And something else tells me that he doesn't give a flying f*** about it.
What's up with U.S. women's soccer goalkeeper Hope Solo? Like five minutes ago she was America's sweetheart, one of the standout stars in American soccer, and an unlikely sex symbol.
Considering the fickle nature of public sentiment, the fact that few people in America care about soccer and that "unlikely" part of the sex symbol thing made this all a very tenuous situation at best, you'd have thought that Solo would have tried a little harder at maintaining some modicum of likability.
But, bless her heart, she decided to go in an entirely different direction. Solo managed to land a spot on ABC's gyrating plague Dancing with the "Stars" in 2011 and, despite having all the grace of a drunk ostrich clomping around the dance floor, she made it to week nine—one episode short of the finals. Upon her elimination, Solo pouted and complained and refused to do any media interviews, and in her 2012 memoir she accused the producers of rigging the show and her dance partner of beating her.
During her gold-medal-go at the 2012 Olympics in London, she stirred up a hornets nest of hostility by publicly berating her former teammate-turned-analyst Brandi Chastain for her commentary during the games.
Then in November 2012, Solo married former NFL tight end Jerramy Stevens after just a few weeks of dating, and just one day after having him arrested for domestic violence. Stevens, an accused rapist, has a rap sheet long and sordid enough to make someone like Casey Anthony think twice about getting involved with him, yet Solo has jumped in head first.
Kinda makes you wonder, huh?
Retired Red Sox pitcher Curt Schilling, he of the bloody sock and the broken curse, is a pretty divisive figure in MLB. Probably because he's kind of an arrogant snake and a unrepentant hypocrite, but was still pretty good at baseball. Upon his retirement, Schilling decided to indulge his inner geek by founding a computer gaming company called 38 Studios.
The small business enthusiast, and conservative hater of big government bailouts, got his project up and running on his own, but four years later Schilling accepted a $75 million government loan to move his company to Rhode Island. By the time 38 Studios finally released its first video game in 2012, things were obviously going downhill, because the company was bankrupt within three months. According to the bankruptcy filing, 38 Studios claimed $21.7 million in assists and $150.7 million in liabilities. Impressive.
Schilling is now being sued by the state, but he's dismissed the suit as a political witch hunt brought on by critical comments he once made about Governor Lincoln Chafee. Schilling believed Chafee had an "agenda" when he opposed the loan during his campaign in 2010. Interesting. Perhaps his agenda was not to flush taxpayer money down the toilet?
When he's not fighting the good fight against big government, and the gigantic loans he takes from it and defaults on and denies all responsibility for, he's making the case for himself to inducted into the Hall of Fame on the "first steroid ballot." Schilling isn't sure how the voting is going to go, but one thing he knows for sure: "(He) wouldn't vote for them, ever," referring to the likes of Roger Clemens and Barry Bonds.
It doesn't matter how awful and self-aggrandizing a person Curt Schilling becomes, because he'll never lose his biggest fan...Curt Schilling.
When Lions defensive tackle Ndamukong Suh came into the league as the No. 2 overall pick in 2010, he earned a reputation as an over-eager rookie who got a little carried away at times in trying to make an impact. Suh racked up a few fines for throwing down on a couple quarterbacks, but he was still named the AP Defensive Rookie of the Year.
In the two years since, the overall perception of Suh has begun to change and the number of people ferociously defending him from accusations of being a "dirty player" has declined dramatically thanks to a series of ugly incidents. The 2011 Thanksgiving Day stomp of Packers player Evan Dietrich-Smith was immediately followed by a suspension and a very suspicious car accident that he is currently being sued over.
In October 2011, Suh was accused of taunting injured Falcons quarterback Matt Ryan. On Thanksgiving Day 2012, he was accused of kicking Texans quarterback Matt Schaub in the groin. A week later he was cited for his fourth traffic incident in the last 12 months. And in December 2012, again, just days later, Suh was accused of laughing and dancing after injuring Colts right tackle Winston Justice.
I held onto the belief that Suh was just over-anxious and misunderstood until relatively recently; falling for his very polished act of playing the victim. But it's become increasingly clear that there is nothing misunderstood about Ndamukong Suh. This guy plays a violent brand of football that often results in injury and he takes joy from said injuries when they occur.
Dude just doesn't give an eff…plus he's obviously a terrible driver...which isn't super relevant.
Spurs head coach Gregg Popovich is a prickly old man who doesn't play by anybody's rules but his own, and on occasion, not even those. And why should he? First of all, he's old—it's your right to behave in any damn manner you please as an old person in America. Plus, he's got four NBA Championships to his name.
And Popovich isn't the only one that's old, his Spurs are an aging group who need to save their energy for one last run next spring. So, one would think that all means he'd be cut a little slack in the event….say….that he decided to rest a few of his players for a game. Well, one would be wrong. When Popovich decided to decided to rest everyone on the team you've ever heard of during a nationally televised game against the Heat in November 2012, NBA Commissioner David Stern was a little miffed.
Actually, he was a lot miffed and slapped Pop with a $250,000 fine for (what I imagine Stern described as) his "little stunt." That's just how old people talk—trust me, I've made plenty of them angry in my day. What's funny is that the Heat only won the game 105-100, which leads one to believe that the Heat didn't exactly bring their "A" game and probably should have been fined by Stern for their lack of effort.
Pop was "disappointed" with the fine, and so was most of America, but you that he'd do the same thing again in a heartbeat. He reminds me of Jack Nicholson's character from A Few Good Men. His words said "I'm sorry," but his heart said "I'm gonna rip the eyes out of your head and p*** into your dead skull! You effed with the wrong coach!"
There is a prevailing attitude in the NFL, and probably in lower levels of football, that punters and kickers should be seen and not heard. Members of the media and many players have been downright disrespectful over the years in their discussion of what is actually quite a vital part of the game they love so much.
Although, when it comes to Peyton Manning dissing Mike Vanderjagt, the original idiot kicker, he was absolutely right and within his means to do so. Punters and kickers have just as much a right to be heard as anyone on the team, and when failed wide receiver Nate Jackson told successful Vikings punter Chris Kluwe to sit down and shut up during the 2011 labor negotiations, Kluwe responded with a veritable "F U." He would not be silenced then and he hasn't been silent ever since.
Since standing up to Jackson, Kluwe has become increasingly bold in vocal in standing up against something a long nastier: Bigotry. He isn't afraid to use his acid tongue and acerbic wit to pen scathing letters to politicians who demonize the gay community. Kluwe, who is married (to a woman) and a proud father of two children, resigned as a contributor to the St. Paul Pioneer Press in November 2012 after they ran a editorial in favor of amending the state constitution to discriminate against citizens on the basis of their sexual orientation.
Which was a month after appearing on the cover of Out magazine, a gay publication. Kluwe might not be saying what's popular in the hyper masculine world of the NFL, but he's not afraid to say what's right or "F U" to anyone intent on bullying him...or anyone else.
Rangers head coach John Tortorella might be the surliest person in professional sports. Even if he doesn't take the top spot, he is unquestionably in the running. Perhaps the silver lining to the NHL lockout is that New York sports journalists, and less humans in general, have to deal with Tortorella in a professional setting.
After all, he's done enough in 2012 already to prove he just doesn't give an eff—and the season ended in June. Tortorella started off the new year with a bang after his Rangers defeated the Flyers in the Winter Classic January 2. Despite the fact that his team won, Tortorella complained about the referees after the game and accused NBC of conspiring to take the game to overtime. His rant cost him $30,000.
In April he directed his ire at the Penguins, calling them "one of the most arrogant organizations in the league," whatever that means. Sometimes that ire is directed at his own team but, more often than not, it's directed at the media. Tortorella's demeanor when dealing with the media is combative, terse and generally dripping with disdain.
He's unpleasant, unlikable and undeniably unapologetic. But something tells me that New York fans wouldn't have it any other way!
Floyd Mayweather Jr. is undefeated as a boxer, maybe the only thing he actually gives an eff about, because he refuses to fight anyone that could challenge his untarnished record—again, the only untarnished thing about Mayweather.
The world has been clamoring for Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao to stop stalling and finally agree to a bout, but someone has been dragging his feet. Floyd Money points the finger at Manny, but his unhinged rants reveal the false bravado at the root of much of what he says. For instance, in 2010, Mayweather said this:
As soon as we come off vacation, we're going to cook that little yellow chump...Once I stomp the midget, I'll make that mother f----- make me a sushi roll and cook me some rice...We gonna cook that mother f----- with some cats and dogs...Rice with [a] little bit of cat, rice with a little bit of barbecued dog."
Plenty of slurs to go around, but we're still waiting on that post-vacation fight. Big surprise coming from the guy who hangs with Justin Bieber, has more fur coats than Victoria Beckham, more diamonds than Elizabeth Taylor and who plays telephone with sometimes bestie 50 Cent using giant stacks of money. Mayweather has been arrested for beating women on a number of occasions and served three months in jail for the same offense in summer of 2012.
Within weeks of his release, he was involved in yet another altercation with yet another woman at his home in Las Vegas. Anyone else think it's time for Mayweather to stop beating up women, take off all of his fur coats and diamonds and pick on someone his own size? Hopefully most of you are on board, but we all know that Floyd Money doesn't give a f***.
Remember a few years ago when Giants relief pitcher Brian Wilson was sporting the faux hawk and a seemingly never ending collection of Ed Hardy t-shirts? Probably not, because Wilson has spent years cultivating his current persona in hopes of making you forget about the Jersey Shore-looking wannabe he once was.
The exact timetable is all a blur by now, but it's obviously been years because that epic beard he's made famous (or the beard that has made him famous) sure as hell didn't grow overnight. At some point Wilson made a decision to eschew normality (and shaving) and give the metaphorical middle finger to all of society. Or something like that.
Wilson started showing up to red carpet events dressed in snazzy spandex tuxedos, entertaining the crowds with impromptu lunges or on the arm of the elusive Bigfoot. Maybe he doesn't give an F. Maybe he gives too many Fs. Who can keep up with this kid anymore…I'm just going to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Mark Cuban, the billionaire (married) playboy owner of the Dallas Mavericks, can (and will) do whatever he wants. He is a billionaire, after all. Cuban's self-esteem is at levels that mere mortals like us cannot even begin to imagine.
His piles and piles of money, coupled with his copious amounts of self-esteem, have earned him a guest starring stint on HBO's long-running show Entourage and a spot on the judges' panel on the ABC reality show Shark Tank, in which he and a few other billionaires lord their money over desperate plebes trying to get their startup businesses off the ground. Cuban has amassed almost $2 million in fines for verbally abusing referees and otherwise breaking NBA Commissioner David Stern's various laws.
After his Mavericks won their first NBA Championship in 2011, Cuban's confidence was at an all-time high, as proved by two epic events. In June 2011, Cuban filed what Deadspin aptly described as the "Ultimate 'F*** You'" Legal Brief against the former owner of the Mavs, Ross Perot Jr., who still maintains a small ownership stake in the team. Honestly, you just have to see it to believe it.
And then a month later, after Deadspin stumbled upon a few photos he posted on a social media site, Cuban responded to an inquiry by providing even more photos from his college days, explaining "Hey, it was the 70s." Which proved he didn't give a f*** well before he made his billions.
Listen, NBA legend Charles Barkley never said he was a role model. In fact, in a very famous Nike Air commercial, he explicitly explained that he was not a role model. So the fact that he does not, nor has he ever, given an F about anything should come as no surprise.
Barkley may have been one of the league's bad boys during his playing career, but well into his retirement he remains a routinely controversial figure. You have to give him props for being completely fearless, brutally candid, extremely funny and completely incapable of feeling embarrassment.
Fearless: Despite over a decade in broadcasting that has made him one of the most popular media figures in the game, Barkley recently announced that he can't imagine he'll make it through the next few years of his contract at TNT.
Candid: Barkley recently spoke, perhaps a bit too candidly, about women in sports, insisting that ugly women "ain't got no chance of getting a TV job." Perhaps a reality, but did it really need to be said?
Funny: Barkley's hosting stints on Saturday Night Live were fantastic and it's his acerbic wit and general shenanigans that carry TNT's Inside the NBA.
Most of us have an increasingly cantankerous old person in our lives somewhere that is becoming more unpredictable and less in touch with reality as each year passes. What your crazy great uncle Eugene is to your family is what commissioner Bud Selig is to Major League Baseball.
The 78-year-old Selig has been commissioner since 1992; two decades which have been marked with massive achievement and marred by mishaps, mistakes and scandal. Most of the good stuff came in the first decade and most of the bad from the second. Which is probably why he's been hinting at retirement since 2010, most recently updating that date to 2014—although many remain unconvinced.
Selig is either completely unaware that the game has passed him by or he straight up doesn't care. He remains steadfastly against the full implantation of instant replay, insisting that "the appetite for more (of it) in the sport is very low." I wasn't exactly sure where I stood on this until very recent, after all, MLB is an odd duck that I just don't seem to understand fully, but a press conference Selig gave in November 2012 put things into focus.
When asked a seemingly mundane question by The Sports Business Journal's Eric Fisher about the A's potential move to San Jose, Selig responded: "I'd be disappointed if you didn't ask. (Deranged smile/pause) You're not going to get a f***ing answer." The video has disappeared into oblivion, as everything owned by MLB tends to, but the memory lives on.
Forget Tyrann Mathieu, Bud Selig is the true honey badger in professional sports. Could you even fathom Roger Goodell or David Stern responding to question (asked in front of cameras, on the record) by dropping the F-bomb? I didn't think so.
UFC fighter Chael Sonnen is one of the most desperate for attention athletes in professional sports, and he doesn't give an F about how he gets said attention. Like those kids that are ignored by their parents and start stabbing things because they can't differentiate between good and bad attention anymore.
Sonnen's most high-profile fights have both come against Anderson Silva. In both fights Sonnen spent weeks prior talking trash, courting the media and basically letting his mouth write checks his butt couldn't cash. He lost the first fight by submission in the fifth round and he lost the second fight, which was called the most anticipated bout in UFC history, by submission in the second round. Although, Sonnen has managed to attract plenty of attention outside his losing performances in the octagon.
In 2010, after winning the GOP primary for a state house seat near Portland, Sonnen withdrew mysteriously without explanation and seemed to put his political dreams behind him. In late 2011 he directed his irrational ire at stunning UFC Ring Girl, Arianny Celeste, inferring in an interview that the number she holds up on the cards between rounds was actually her IQ. Clever, huh?
Well, it's Sonnen's rich past of being an unrepentant jag that has got him where he is today, and heck if he's going to stop it now. In fact, recently the online publication MMA Fighting credited nearly all of Sonnen's commercial MMA success with his "gift of gab." Meaning that people tune in, mostly, just to watch him lose. Something tells me he's just fine with that.
There has been much debate surrounding the careers of Ravens safety Ed Reed and Steelers safety Troy Polamalu, and who has had the better career. I'm not going to touch that with a 10-foot pole, but I will say that personality-wise there is absolutely no question as to has conducted himself in a…less controversial…manner off the field.
While Polamalu stars in goofy commercials and is routinely voted among the most likable players in the NFL, Reed often receives for more unpleasant reasons—and he's done a lot of that in 2012. Reed made headlines in January when he criticized his own quarterback after a playoff win, insisting Joe Flacco didn't have "a hold on the offense."
He spent the entire offseason dangling his services in front of the Ravens like a carrot, remaining non-committal about his return until late July. And in December, Reed again made headlines for lamenting that all the recent changes in the NFL "suck," and openly mocking Steelers quarterback Charlie Batch after an emotional win.
Tell us how you really feel, Ed.
After a relatively successful, but extremely headache inducing, seven-year tenure as the manager of the White Sox, Ozzie Guillen was released from his contract in Chicago to become the manager of the new-look Miami Marlins in 2012.
The Marlins were debuting in their new stadium and picked up a number of high profile, high cost, free agents during the offseason and thought Guillen's status as a scandal-creating spectacle would help put asses in the seats in Miami.
But the Marlins, they got a little more than they bargained for. Within days of being hired, Guillen made international headlines for pro-Fidel Castro comments made during an interview with Time magazine. Perhaps unaware, or unconcerned, about the high population of Cubans in Miami, Guillen seemed shocked that his "love" and "respect" for the dictator didn't go over well in his new home. He was suspended for five games and gave what may have been the first public apology of his career.
Unfortunately, it was pretty much all downhill from there.
Throughout the course of the season Guillen failed to earn the respect of his team, seemed to seek out high-profile feuds with high-profile players and even took a few shots at his former employers in Chicago. It was an embarrassing performance by Guillen, which ended in a 93-loss season for the Marlins, but in typical fashion he expected to be back in 2013.
Not only will he not be back in Miami in 2013, I'd be surprised if he's ever back managing a MLB team.
Lakers superstar Kobe Bryant is one of the biggest stone-faced killers in professional sports, and I mean that in the best possible way. He came into the NBA straight out of high school as the 13th overall pick in the 1996 draft, and though it took him a few years to work his way out of the shadows, Bryant really began to come into his own after the Lakers hired the legendary coach Phil Jackson.
He may have five championship rings to his name now, but Kobe doesn't need any metal on his fingers to prove his mettle. Bryant and Shaquille O'Neal took an almost instant dislike to each other and Kobe never once let his size disadvantage deter him from fueling those fires over the years—a feud so epic, it has its own Wikipedia page.
He's also done battle in the past with Karl Malone, calling him out for allegedly trying to get with his wife. He's got a longstanding feud with the Heat's Ray Allen, which dates all the way to 2004 when Allen was playing for the SuperSonics. And he did some literal battling with legendary agitator Reggie Miller; punching him in the face at the buzzer after a game in March 2002. But Bryant's confrontational style wasn't just youthful arrogance, it's a way of life.
Since the Lakers made some very high-profile moves in the 2012 offseason, acquiring Dwight Howard and Steve Nash (and dumping lethargic and chronically injured Andrew Bynum), nobody has been more angered by their slow start this season than Bryant. Just weeks into the season and he's already called out most of his team, threatening to "kick everybody's ass in the locker room" if they don't get it together in a hurry. Bryant also called out teammate Pau Gasol by name, labeling him a whiner and encouraging him to put his "big-boy pants on."
Ouch dude. Although, I'm not sure if Pau owns any big-boy pants—perhaps Kobe could lend him a pair.
I feel like every time I write about Manchester City striker Mario Balotelli, one of my favorite athletes ever, all I do is run down a list of his wackiest off-the-pitch shenanigans. Although he's been known to get himself into trouble during the course of many matches, having narrowly avoided a nine-game ban in August 2012, he still walked away with a three-game suspension.
I guess it's because I don't actually write about or even watch much soccer, unless Balotelli is playing, so his personal foibles are more my wheelhouse. Like when he got pulled over in 2011 with a $25,000 riding shotgun in his car; when the officer asked him the obvious "why," Balotelli responded, "because I can." Touche. Apparently his idea of a "prank" is throwing darts at kids when he's bored, which he did (and was fined $100,000 for) in 2011.
Everyone knows he burned down his own bathroom after shooting off fireworks in his house, but did you know that he and his brother were questioned at length after they randomly decided to visit an Italian prison they were driving by.
That's all well and good, but what has he done for us lately? Well in the first three days of December 2012, Balotelli was photographed wearing a camouflage onesie with matching car and quad bike, made headlines for telling an unpleasant Christmas joke, and he got a tattoo on his chest that reads as follows:
I am the punishment of God.
If you had not committed great sins,
God would not have sent a punishment
Like me upon you.
So not only does Mario Balotelli give precisely zero f***s about everything and anything, it seems that he thinks of himself as a human plague sent by God to punish whoever. For what it's worth, I think he's wrong and is more of a gift sent by God to entertain us and make soccer more fun.
Full disclosure: I am, and have been for over a decade, one of Steve Spurrier's biggest fans. So generally when I write about him, I am always concerned that my judgement may be clouded by my enthusiasm for him. But on this topic, I think it makes me uniquely qualified to make the case that there is nobody in all of sports that gives less f***s than the fabled Old Ball Coach.
I've been in awe of Spurrier's endless supply of mean-spirited jabs delivered with a wry smile since his days coaching the Gators. He routinely mocked the once perennial underdog Gamecocks, who he now coaches, after their standard blowout loss at the hands of his mighty Gators.
When he was hired by the Redskins by the football-impaired Daniel Snyder, Spurrier didn't exactly adjust his game to fit the pros. He showed up to training camp only because Snyder told him it was mandatory and he was not exactly the first person in the building each morning and was usually the first person out of the building each night.
After getting the boot in Washington, Spurrier was hired by South Carolina where he continues to delight in ruffling feathers. He's been in a high profile p*ssing matches with Clemson coach Dabo Swinney for years. He complimented Kentucky's punter after beating them 54-3 in 2011. He recently mocked Northwestern's football program for no reason whatsoever. He reveled in the last-minute mistake that potentially cost Georgia the 2012 SEC Championship. And he's declared a hilariously irrational war on local journalist Ron Morris for writing a column he didn't agree with at some point and continues to stonewall him to this day.
That's just what you get when you tango with the red-faced, visor throwing legend, Steve Spurrier. He's needlessly combative, hilariously sarcastic, tremendously condescending at times and about as confident and fearless as they come.
He's also one hell of a ball coach, which is why South Carolina recently extended his contract by two years, keeping him in Columbia through 2017.
Remember back in January 2012 when the Jets' (then) rookie backup quarterback out of Alabama spoke out on the poisonous state of Rex Ryan's locker room? He was just one in a long line of Jets to comment on their own personal Titanic, but at least he had the guts to put his name on it.
Everyone and their mother had something to say about the lowly, loser, jag off of a backup quarterback daring to speak out of turn…to a radio station…in Birmingham, Ala. Well…well…well…what a difference a year makes—huh?
Now that McElroy may be in line to replace the dreadful Mark Sanchez as the Jets starting quarterback, many in New York are singing a different tune.
If you want to get to know yet another someone in sports who just doesn't give a f***, you're going to have to follow me, Amber Lee, on Twitter. Let's do this. Follow @blamberr