Even with the Washington Redskins’ paltry two wins, the world’s worst owner and a heated fanbase, no one in the equation deserves Larry Johnson .
Primarily because he’s as addicted to trouble as he is falling down after three yards on a carry, but moreso because the Skins’ already have a more expensive, slightly-less-psychotic version of him in Clinton Portis.
The closer they draw to 30, the more likely running backs draw closer to losing speed and durability.
The last thing Washington’s lethargic offense needs is a washed up Johnson,who has already proven he doesn’t care for coaching authority, or gay people.
Do you really want to bring him to a town where the team isn’t certain of who the coach is? Do you really want him wandering around Dupont Circle looking for a nice place to eat?
Besides, you already have his equally-washed-up, far less homophobic counterpart in Portis, who at the very least deserves to only be challenged for his spot by Ladell Betts.
Maybe Jason Campbell, but this town just isn’t wired to leave the quarterback alone under any circumstances.
What would the Redskins believe that Johnson would provide that Betts or even Rock Cartwright couldn’t? More bailout receptions out of the backfield? A higher per-carry average? Peace with Mike Sellers?
None of the above will do much to bolster a running game that is burdened by a subpar offensive line .
There’s no legitimate reason to sign him, other than to haul in yet another big free agent catch to sell a few jerseys, make a few headlines on SportsCenter , and invigorate the local yokels who actually believe the Redskins should be cheered no matter what.
You would think that Daniel Snyder, more than any other period in his disgraceful tenure as owner, would be inclined to check his bad habits .
But when whispers abound, you can only hearken back to the dollar signs in his eyes, and the soon-to-be glaze that will cloud the eyes of the remaining faithful few of Redskins Nation.
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