Terrell Owens is at it again.
I'd now like to take this time to apologize for Owens. I'm sorry he doesn't realize that he's 39, the NBA isn't the NFL, and helmets aren't allowed. And I'm sorry he doesn't recognize the greatness of the unemployed Walton.
That's right—unemployed. Owens compared himself to a jobless NBA player, who has spent his entire career somewhere between serviceable and "who the hell is that guy?"
Jokes are cracked at Walton's expense daily, yet when Owens joins in, it seems mean. Like a bully stealing lunch money. Or someone forcing you to sit through a movie starring Dane Cook.
He speaks of his inter-sport ability like he's LeBron James. People have long thought LeBron would be a good tight end, which makes sense. The King is quick and explosive, presumably has great hands and, unlike Owens, isn't on the brink of collecting Social Security.
Where the 28-year-old LeBron could probably make it in the NFL, Owens seems better suited as a dance-team choreographer at the Association level.
Still, I can't say I'm surprised at what he said. Not merely because he's always been cocky, but also because this isn't his first NBA rodeo.
In the summer of 2012, he apparently begged the Los Angeles Clippers to sign him. They didn't, obviously, because not even Donald Sterling is that stupid.
I would love to see footage of him begging. Something tells me he would do it wrong. Offering to sign autographs or sculpt Sterling's six pack wouldn't be considered begging.
Which isn't to say one or more NBA teams shouldn't be interested in acquiring his services. Those looking to tank for Andrew Wiggins make for ideal destinations. Think Philadelphia 76ers or Utah Jazz.
Then again, if I'm a general manager who's trying to buy losses, I'm spending my money on Walton. He's less of a head case, has way better hair and most likely doesn't stand in front of a mirror kissing his biceps as much.