The Top Ten Most Hated/Hateable Beings In NFL History
The thing that is great about sports is that to the fans point of view, there is pure evil and eternal goodness.
A Packers fan may envision heaven as Lambeau Field with an adjustable thermostat while the eternal depths of Satan's realm may be outlined with Bears memorabilia.
While most Bears fans would likely disagree with the above paragraph, I don't think anyone can disagree that the ten men in these slides are the most despicable, loathful, and grotesque things that have ever been involved with professional football.
My criteria goes beyond character. Ty Cobb, the legendary baseball player, is said to have been a hardcore racist who murdered an African-American back in the early 1900s.
However, Cobb was arguably the greatest baseball player of all-time, and he contributed to the game.
I want to call out the men that did little to nothing for their teams throughout their careers in professional football. They were guilty of multiple sins, whether moral or criminal, and their actions sicken me as they should you.
Number 10: Conrad Dobler
Conrad Dobler is not the man standing up, but rather the man in midair aiming for the other man's knee.
By the way, just to let you know, that's illegal.
Illegal is one of the best two words to describe Conrad Dobler's career and his actions as a professional football player. Sports Illustrated made a cover of him dubbing him the name 'Dirty Dobler,' which stuck to him like hot glue.
'Dirty Dobler' played ten years in the National Football League. He was a standout guard for the Arizona Cardinals and finished his career with the New Orleans Saints, and the Buffalo Bills.
Dobler was a fifth round draft choice out of Wyoming, so the expectations of him were pretty low. He played with a chip on his shoulder, and decided to take out his anger on his opponents in every way possible instead of just beating them.
To quote the legendary sportswriter Paul Zimmerman, "Conrad Dobler was mean dirty. He tried to hurt people in a bad way... He made teams that he played on better. He played hurt, didn't complain, but he was a filthy filthy player."
Conrad Dobler was the eptiome of a cheapshot. Since he had been a longshot to make the NFL, he fought, strived, and battled to make it; once he did, he didn't stop.
He bit, I repeat, BIT people in the leg in pileups. If you turned your back on Conrad Dobler, he would strike you in the head, or tackle you from behind. Don't accidently put your fingers in his facemask or he'd bite them.
He'd gouge your eyes through the facemask, He's stomp on you if you were down. He'd walk on you, he'd do pretty much anything he could to beat you.
I've seen highlight clips of him attempting to trap a lineman with his legs after he'd fallen on the ground. He's trying to do a little martial arts in the NFL while he was at it.
He and Bill Bergey, the middle linebacker of the Philadelphia Eagles, a division rival, had a feud for the ages.
Bergey was a short-fused guy who looked like a lumberjack with this gigantic beard a full mustache. He and Dobler were like matches and gasoline. Bergey recalled how Dobler got under his skin so bad that Bergey almost went rabid; foaming at the mouth and trying to really hurt Dobler.
He loved the spotlight of being a dirty player. He participated in an NFL Films highlight reel being interviewed in a steel-barred cell saying how he is totally a law-abiding clean citizen.
He also did a commercial for Miller Lite, and even became an author.
He wasn't that bad of a guy off the field, but when he was in pads, no one was dirtier than he was. It was almost like the pads were like something you'd find in a comic book; a mystical item that changed his personality.
Despite being the dirty player he was, we have to remember that this guy was voted to three Pro Bowls by his own colleagues.
Nowadays, he is one of the suffering. He's had nine knee surgeries, is 90% disabled due to football, and his wife Joy is now a paraplegic after she fell out of a hammock.
He's one of those guys that we have to remind ourselves about when Sportscenter brings up the pensions and financial aid for retired players.
Dobler's teethmarks and kicks put him at number ten on this list.
Number 9: Ryan Leaf
Anyone who knows football has probably heard of Ryan Leaf. Ryan Leaf's name is one of the most popular in NFL history, but for all the wrong reasons.
Ryan Leaf is the posterboy for the term bust. The second overall pick in the 1998 draft, Leaf was a highly rated quarterback out of Washington State. The San Diego Chargers liked his potential so much, they traded up to get him. ESPN draft guru Mel Kiper liked him over Peyton Manning.
The top pick was the legendary future Hall of Famer Manning. The Colts had the first pick, and the Chargers originally wanted to take Manning according to the general manager Bobby Beathard, but the Colts wouldn't trade away the pick. However, scouts and experts were so impressed with both players that they concluded that it was a win-win either way for both teams.
Leaf was probably Mr. Popular at school. He went to all the parties, dated the prettiest girls, was the BMOC to put it bluntly. The perfect life.
In Leaf's case, the NFL was the one thing that he just couldn't get. He thought it would be easy like college. In fact, after he was drafted by the Chargers, he spent a weekend in Las Vegas.
If that's not a harbinger of doom, I don't know what is. Here comes Mr. Cocky up to the Chargers press conference talking about how he's looking forward to a 15-year career, Super Bowl trips, and a downtown parade in San Diego while he's still hung over.
Well, I'm looking forward to all the Victoria's Secret models coming to my party at my mansion this weekend with tanning lotion and cocoa butter. That doesn't mean it's going to happen.
Leaf started for the Chargers and won his first two games with them. He got overconfident and thought that the NFL was just a cakewalk, and then the Kansas City Chiefs played the Chargers and that was the beginning of the end.
Leaf was 1/15 for four yards passing with five turnovers (two interceptions, three fumbles). Now, that's going to happen to players sometimes. Everyone has been knocked off the mountaintop and had to climb back up and move on.
Except, in Leaf's case, he didn't adjust very well to the fall. He never went into the locker room, addressed the team, and told them that it was his fault, let's get back to work and move on.
I don't know why he didn't. Maybe he was too busy feeling sorry for himself, maybe inside, he blamed his teammates and thought he could do no wrong, or maybe he was too lazy to do it.
Whatever the reason, Leaf just got worse. He blew up at employees, had fits, and the most infamous one was when Jay Posner of the San Diego Union-Tribune came to the locker room to interview Leaf, and Leaf just erupted on him. He screamed abusively with some choice words for Posner to just be quiet and leave him alone.
Later, he read an apology insincerely from a piece of paper on camera, then once he was done, he just tossed the paper towards his locker behind him. He didn't even bother to try to act like he meant what he said.
When I saw that, I wondered if he was really a ten-year old in a 6-5 body. His immaturity was the worst the NFL probably had ever seen, and that's what separates him from all other busts, and that's what got him at ninth on this list.
After the Chargers cut him, and he bounced around for about two-three years, he retired. Leaf and his wife, a former Chargers cheerleader, divorced, and he tried to turn himself around as a quarterback's coach at West Texas A&M.
Leaf had problems with substance abuse, and even tried to get pain pills from the college players. He was suspended, then ultimately resigned from coaching.
About a year later he was indicted for burglary and drug charges related to prescription pills. He pleaded guilty and is now serving a ten-year probation sentence.
I doubt he'll stay out of trouble for long. For ruining the Chargers and becoming a baby in the most important sport in America, Ryan Leaf is fittingly at number nine on this list.
Number 8: Bill Romanowski
Bill Romanowski is arguably the biggest bully the NFL has had since the days of Jack Lambert or Ray Nitschke.
Bill Romanowski makes the list due to the fact that he was and probably still is an overaggressive man with a short fuse and a mean temper. He's had multiple significant incidents that hit the news and none of them would be considered flattering.
The first happened in 1995 when he was with the Philadelphia Eagles. He was playing the Arizona Cardinals, a division rival, and he decides that it isn't against the rules to assault the fullback, Larry Centers. He proceeds to kick Centers in the head. He was ejected from the game and fined $4,500 for that random act of violence.
Two years later, he's with the Denver Broncos, and he has two incidents that year. The first is in a preseason game against the Carolina Panthers. Romanowski decides to go hunting...head-hunting.
He finds his prey, quarterback Kerry Collins, and hits him helmet-to-helmet breaking his jaw. Totally unnecessary in a pointless game that doesn't even count. He was fined $20,000 for that attack.
Later that year, the Broncos are playing the 49ers and J.J. Stokes, a wide receiver for the 49ers, decides to trash-talk and taunt Romanowski. This is on Monday Night Football, national TV, everyone and anyone who loves football is watching.
On the grandest of stages, it is only fitting that Romanowski act like the grandest of idiots. He proceeds to spit in the facemask of J.J. Stokes in retaliation to Stokes' words.
What a complete moron. He did something unnecessary and irresponsible. I don't believe he ever got the fact that NFL players are rightfully held to a higher standard. That spitting and fighting is something you leave behind in the college world or in high school. There is no 'boys will be boys' attitude in the NFL. You are a man. Act like it.
The media, after getting ahold of it, made a racial issue out of it since Stokes was black and Romanowski was white. The Broncos had to work hard to keep the issue from dividing them in the locker room, and they won the Super Bowl that year.
Two years later, Romanowski committed two more assaults. The first one was against future Hall of Fame tight end Tony Gonzalez of the Chiefs. Romanowski committed not one, not two, but three illegal hits, and even threw a punch at Gonzalez. He was fined $42,500 for his boorish behavior.
The next incident came against the Jets when Romanowski picks up a football and throws it at Jets linebacker Bryan Cox in the 'sensitive' area. He was fined for an undisclosed amount by the league.
Yet, Romanowski cemented his spot on the list with his last act of violence.
In 2003, he's a member of the Oakland Raiders and is in training camp. He confronts backup tight end and fellow teammate Marcus Williams. He tears off Williams' facemask, and the punches him in the eye with so much force that it fractured the orbital bone of the left eye socket while injuring the nose and chipping a tooth.
The injury led to Williams taking a very early retirement from the NFL. He publicly pondered if Romanowski was taking steroids and that led to a "roid rage."
Williams sued Romanowski for $3.4 million, but the judge rejected the argument of "roid rage" because of lack of proof that Romanowski was on steroids on that particular day. Williams was awarded $340,000, but he stated that the money was irrelevant. He wanted to show that there is a line, and Romanowski crossed it.
Jerry Rice, the legendary wide receiver and Oakland Raider at the time, testified against Romanowski during the law suit.
Romanowski was found out later to have taken anabolic steroids and a synthetic testerone cream. He then admitted in 2005 that he was guilty of cheating the NFL.
This guy is a pure thug who will even cheat to continue being one.
That gets him a cozy spot at number eight on this list.
Number 7: Stanley Wilson
Football is about teamwork. It's about brotherhood. It teaches boys how to be responsible and what the perception is of you when you don't be responsible and let your teammates down.
Well, I consider it a despicable act to let your teammates down.
Now, I don't mean that every guy who missed a tackle or dropped a pass should have garbage thrown at them. I mean when you put yourself above the team and your selfishness causes the team harm.
Well, here's the ultimate truth about how selfishness does not belong in football.
The Cincinnatti Bengals have been a punchline at times in the NFL. People make fun of their lack of Super Bowls, only one Hall of Famer, and their terrible seasons of the 1990s.
Well, the Bengals that I believe, to this day, should have won the Super Bowl. I look at the teams and I felt that the 1988 Super Bowl where the Bengals lost 20-16 was a game no one should have lost.
The Bengals had bad luck from beginning to end when it came to that game. They lost their star nose tackle, Tim Krumrie, very quickly when he twisted his ankle and broke two bones in his tibia and one more in his fibula.
Well, Krumrie was just a warrior who went down in battle, but Stanley Wilson, who was their fullback, didn't even play the game.
Stanley Wilson had been with the Bengals since 1983, but he'd been suspended two separate years for abuse of cocaine.
He'd been given one last chance though, and throughout the season, head coach Sam Wyche, had been keeping an eye on him.
Wyche said in an interview that after home games, win or lose, he'd take Wilson home with him, and they would have a bowl of ice cream.
The reason was Wyche had been told that you are most likely to go back to an addiction when you are excited or when you are depressed, and whenever you play a football game, you are either depressed or excited afterwards.
Wilson was going to be a key factor in that game because the stadium where the team was playing was muddy, and Wilson was a beast in those types of conditions.
However, it wasn't to be. Before the team had their last meeting before gametime, Wilson told many teammates that he had to retrieve his playbook. Well, around half an hour later, his position coach, Jim Anderson, went looking for him.
And sadly, he found him. He was as high Mt. Everest on cocaine. The one time that they needed him most was the one time he decided to break his vow to stay clean.
It'd be one thing to get stoned after the game at the celebration should they win, but he had to get high in a bathroom before the game even began.
To paraphrase Tim Krumrie, it (the Super Bowl) didn't matter enough to him to make the right decision.
The Bengals lost the Super Bowl by four points. 20-16, and I'm not sure if they wouldn't have won if he had been there.
The selfishness of his actions and how he hurt his teammates because he desperately needed a score just boils my blood. This is your family, and you can't even control yourself for a whole day before the biggest game of your life?
Stanley Wilson was banned from the NFL after that. He's now in prison for burglary.
While a judge sentenced him to 22 years, I sentence him to the number seven spot on this list.
The amount of sympathy I have for those fellow teammates of his is immeasurable. They never went back to the Super Bowl, and they will live their lives either wondering what if or the competitor in them will continuously yearn for their missing ring.
Number 6: Lawrence Phillips
Many guys are problematic from college. Some guys are abusive to women, some are addicted to narcotics, some have made mistakes.
But, a lot of them learned from their mistakes or at least limited their mistakes to where the effects harmed only themselves.
However, Lawrence Phillips was a running back who just could never learn.
In 1996, the college football world was about to give a sweet present to the NFL. A great draft class of players like Ray Lewis, Eddie George, Johnathan Ogden, Marvin Harrison, Keyshawn Johnson, Terry Glenn, and that's just the first round.
However, with all the great talent comes a few bad apples, yet Lawrence Phillips was rotten to the core. He had been an abusive player while in college.
You see, he had this funny hobby. He liked to box except his bags resembled women and could actually breathe. The man was a terror to women everywhere.
He had been arrested for assaulting his girlfriend yet still was talented enough to hoist the Nebraska Cornhuskers on his back to two National Championships in the NCAA.
He was the most talented running back... no, scratch that. He was the most talented player in that draft, including Ray Lewis. The guy had speed, vision, moves, a nose for the endzone. This guy could have been a great running back, but he never stopped being abusive.
He was drafted sixth overall by the Rams because of his character issues rather than being the number one overall pick.
In his first year in the NFL, he was arrested three times, and fined by the Rams almost thirty times.
After spending 23 days in jail for violating his probation, Rams new head coach, Dick Vermeil, personally picked him up.
Dick Vermeil worked with Phillips, and Phillips started to progress, gaining over 600 yards rushing and some scores, but then he actually has an argument with Vermeil about lack of playing time, Vermeil was forced to release him.
Vermeil, who is known for being close to his players emotionally, actually cried as he announced that Phillips was cut. He felt like he failed Phillips and actually said when asked if he was sad, "Damn right I'm sad."
This guy actually had the ability to be the best of the best. Who knows how good he could have been?
Phillips went on to the Dolphins, plead no contest to assault on another woman, and was cut.
He goes to NFL Europe and actually plays well for the Barcelona Dragons, which got him another chance to go back to the NFL with the 49ers.
Want to know what he's most famous for in San Francisco? He's on Monday Night Football and Aeneas Williams, the cornerback for the Cardinals, comes in on a blitz and Phillips misses the block.
Williams knocks out star quarterback Steve Young and gives him a concussion. That concussion ended Young's career.
Then, he goes to the Canadian Football League after he gets released by the Florida Bobcats of the Arena Football League for leaving the team without telling the coach.
He actually contributes to the Montreal Alouettes winning the Grey Cup in his first year, but is cut in the following training camp because of his incorrigibility.
He goes to the Calgary Stampeders, has an okay season, but is cut yet again (what a surprise), for arguing with the coach (why am I not surprised?).
That pretty much ended his life in football, but his yellow sheet kept growing.
2005, he runs his car into three teenagers, who he apparently got into arguments with during a pick-up football game in Los Angeles. When he's arrested, he's found to have two domestic abuse cases against his former girlfriend in San Diego.
Apparently, he almost choked her to death, and Los Angeles was already looking for him for another abuse charge that happened in Los Angeles some time ago.
I'm pretty sure there is more, but I'm sure you can figure out what he would have done since he does have a pattern of anger, violence, and stupidity.
All in all, he was finally convicted of multiple crimes. He was sentenced to ten years for the assault on the three teenagers, which was reduced to seven years, but the additional felony charges totaled up to more than 31 years in prison.
He was sentenced on Decemeber 18, 2009. A week before Christmas, so that's a lot of coal he's going to get in his stocking.
I will be 51 by the time his sentence is completed unless some parole board gives him another chance.
He is the worst of the worst (except for one you will see later). We can talk about some guys on the 1990s Cowboys like Michael Irvin or maybe some old thug Raiders of the 70s and 80s, but they do not measure up (or should I say down?) to Lawrence Phillips.
He's a perfect fit for number six on this list, and my list wouldn't be a list without him on it.
Number 5: Art Modell
Yes, I am actually putting him on the list. I don't care if some analysts/former players love the guy and think he belongs in the Hall of Fame; I think the man should go to the dark parts of Cleveland and let the people have their way with him for what he did to Cleveland.
When people talk about him and the Hall of Fame, I ask what the BLEEP did he do to deserve it?
Let's see, in 35 years with the Browns for 1961-1995 he won one championship with the team that legendary coach, Paul Brown, built.
To not win a championship eventually with that team would have been nearly impossible to do.
The Cleveland Browns were named after the aforementioned coach, Paul Brown. Paul Brown won four championships with the Browns in the All-American Football Conference from 1946-1949.
The Browns then were upgraded to the NFL and went to six straight championship games, winning three more.
Then, after some struggling by the franchise, Art Modell shows up, and he and Paul Brown become to two wolfs trying to control the pack.
Eventually, Modell called Brown into his office in January of 1963 and said that they were going their separate ways (AKA get out of here you old has-been coach. I'm in charge now!).
Those of you who have been sports fans for many years, I'd like to compare this incident to that of the firing of the Dallas Cowboys coach, Tom Landry, in 1989.
I'd like you to remember the disgust, the rage, and the hatred that football fans, not just Cowboys fans, felt towards the new owner Jerry Jones.
Tom Landry was a beloved icon of the National Football League, and here is this middle-aged businessman firing what was more important to the Cowboys than the star logo.
Well, Jerry Jones won three Super Bowls in the 90s and the Cowboys of today are a contender. Art Modell won one NFL Championship. See the difference?
Modell started off well with the Browns the first 11 years when he had great talent, and some luck. The Browns were 102-48-4 during that period.
The next 24 years however, the Browns went 161-174-1.
Modell may have tried hard to win for Cleveland, but he failed at it in the end.
Despite all that, the fans still came to the games. The Dawg Pound was still active, the city still loved their team.
And Modell took that team away.
In the mid 1990s, Art Modell asked for renovations and improvements to Municipal Stadium, where the Browns played, and the city started to make plans for a new tax to help out the financials, but during that time, Modell was making secret talks with the city of Baltimore, Maryland about moving the Browns there.
Art Modell made the announcement of the team's plan to move several days before the city issued the statement that the new tax would be introduced. Modell did this so that he could make the argument before the NFL and his fellow owners that the city wasn't helping him out, and he needed a new place.
Many times Modell had stated to the Browns fans that the team would never move. He spoke of how hurt he had been when his hometown team, the Brooklyn Dodgers, moved to Los Angeles.
He had publicly criticized the move by Colts owner, Bob Irsay, who moved the team from Baltimore to Indianapolis, and Modell had even testified for the NFL when Al Davis took his case to federal court when he wanted to ignore the right of the league to give him permission to move his Oakland Raiders to Los Angeles.
How can you possibly stand up in front of people, make guarantees for years, be part of that city and a local icon, and then just stab them all in the back?
The Cleveland Browns moved to Baltimore, and Modell at least had the decency to change them to the Ravens.
But, what hurt the Browns the most was general manager, Ozzie Newsome, started rebuilding the team. He drafted Jonathan Ogden and Ray Lewis along with Peter Boulware and Jamie Sharper.
Then, the 2000 Ravens win the Super Bowl, and Art Modell was in tears as he happily held the Lombardi trophy,
That was very hard for a lot of Browns fans to take. They were five years away from a title and Modell steals their team. Nevermind the fact that the team had been in Cleveland for nearly 50 years beforehand; Modell didn't care.
The only thing keeping him from number one on this list is the fact that he still had good years with the Browns and they did try to win. The Browns fans have players like Leroy Kelly, Jim Brown, Bernie Kosar, Clay Matthews, and Paul Warfield to be very proud of.
When I do become a highly respected sportswriter, I can promise you that I will do everything within my power with my pen and my voice to keep this man out of the Pro Football Hall of Fame.
Number 4: Bobby Petrino
Despite looking a lot alike on television, the game of college football and professional football have a Great Wall of China of difference between them.
Many coaches have tried to come in from college and be successful in the NFL. Plenty have failed.
You can throw out names like Nick Saban, Lou Holtz, Bill Peterson, Steve Spurrier, and Dennis Erickson that have flopped like carps in the NFL.
But, one name stands out in particular when it comes to college coaches who mucked it up in the pros and it is Bobby Petrino.
The sad fact of life is not all the crooks or the con artists have tattoos and ugly faces. A lot of them look just like an average businessman, or a well-dressed lawyer with a suit, tie, and briefcase.
Well, Bobby Petrino proved that they can also be football coaches.
The Atlanta Falcons had decided to give up on Jim L. Mora (No, not the "Playoffs?!" guy, but his son), and they needed a new coach.
Petrino was a guy that people felt would be a coach who could overcome the obstacles of the pro game.
He had been a very innovative offensive mind as Louisville's head coach. He had developed quarterbacks like Brian Brohm and even Jake Plummer when he was an assistant at Arizona State.
He had worked with Tom Coughlin as a NFL offensive coordinator for the Jaguars at one time. Petrino, on paper, had as much potential as you could ask for in a coach. He had won a BCS bowl game at Lousiville. That's an accomplishment.
The Falcons had bad luck from the start. Just going into the season, Michael Vick is caught killing pitbulls from dogfights so immediately Petrino's most valuable weapon on offense is gone.
Petrino had been hired to utilize Michael Vick's total talents, but he was now stuck with Joey Harrington, a Detroit Lion bust.
Petrino did not do well in Atlanta. The Falcons went 3-9 in twelve games, and owner Arthur Blank asked Petrino if he still intended to see things through to the end.
"His answer was he shook my hand and said, 'You have a head coach.' That was six hours prior to the game on Monday." Arthur Blank
After losing to the New Orleans Saints 34-14, Petrino flew the coop. He just up and quit.
As it turns out, he had been making a secret deal with the University of Arkansas to become their new head coach.
He could have waited three weeks and finished the season, but he decided that this players didn't mean anything to him and were irrelevant, so he just ditched them.
The best way to describe it would be to use the words of Yahoo! Sports writer Mike Silver.
"Not only does he bolt for a college job during their season, but he's so gutless; he tells his staff, gives them like a 15 second, 'Well, I'm outta here guys.' then leaves a form letter in players' lockers."
The letter was a insincere apology about how he needed to do what was best for him and his family (forget the fact that the Falcons had treated him as family) and how he wishes them the best down the road.
One player was so angry that he crossed out Petrino's names at the bottom of the paper and wrote in red marker. 'Coward'
This guy betrayed this team. Now they have to continue and finish the season without him, but they have wasted an entire year of their lives with him. Every year counts to a professional player; especially the ones who want rings badly.
That's not the worst of it though. He actually goes to Arkansas and announces that it was easy to become the new head coach there, and he does the "Pig Sooey" chant with the kids on TV where the Falcons saw it all.
That's what really got to them. He doesn't even have the decency to wait. He thought only about himself. Just a gutless, despicable act.
The NFL has no place nor does it deserve people like Petrino. I pray that I never have the unfortunate luck of meeting him face to face because I might just punch him right in the mouth and spit in his eye. Guys like him make me sick.
I will never root for the Razorbacks as long as he is there, and I pray that what goes around comes around for this guy.
He's a perfect person for this top ten list, and he fits at number four.
Number 3: Rae Carruth
Anybody who knows me as a friend has probably heard about what kind of music I like. Well, one of my favorite....What am I saying, no my favorite artist is Kenny Chesney.
Chesney is a guy who loves the beach and parties along with good music. He's actually a guy who is in a class by himself and the country theme is the closest thing to his style.
Well, he can also be serious. One of his songs that has terrified me as a young man, and if you have a brain, makes you think.
It's called, "There Goes My Life" It is a song about how a young man has had some fun with his high school sweetheart and now a junior is coming along.
"There goes my life, there goes my future, my everything, might as well, kiss it all goodbye. There goes my life."
Well, Rae Carruth had that problem. He was a first round draft pick for the Carolina Panthers out of Colorado. A decent wide receiver who signed a four-year, $3.7 million contract as a rookie.
He's finally hit it big. He's having a lot of fun partying and fooling around and now he's got a pregnant woman on his hands.
No guy wants to be bogged down with a kid unless he really wants the kid. However, most men are tough enough to pray to God or some higher being and take on their obligations like real men.
Carruth, being the selfish waste of talent he is, decided that it would be better to commit the most egregious of sins.
On November 16, 1999, the mother-to-be Cherica Adams was shot four times by a drive-by shooter. She was eight months pregnant.
She actually had enough strength to call 911 and tell authorities that she had seen Rae Carruth drive his car in front of hers and stop while another car pulled up alongside hers and the passenger (a hired hitman) fired the shots.
When she got to the hospital, she fell into a coma. The doctors performed an emergency C-section on her to save the baby boy.
Chancellor Lee Adams survived, but his mother died around a month later.
Carruth posted bail, but fled when the mother of his son died and became a fugitive. After he was finally caught, he stood trial for conspiracy to commit murder in the first degree, murder in the first degree, using an instrument to kill an unborn child, and illegal use of a firearm towards an occupied vehicle.
He was convicted of the last three counts, but the jury voted not guilty on the murder charge (Don't ask me why, I'm just as stunned at the logic as you are).
Because of that, he was spared the death penalty. He was sentenced to a minimum term of 18 years and 11 months to a maximum of 24 years and four months.
He began his sentence on January 22, 2001. He should be eligible for parole by my calculations around the beginning of 2020.
Ten years left huh. Let's hope his victims, especially the son he tried to kill, can be satisfied with that.
Carruth is on the left in the photograph, his accomplice is in the middle, and Miss Adams is on the right.
Number 2: Hugh Culverhouse
A lot of people who watched the NFL before 1997 know how bad the Tampa Bay Buccaneers were with those pumpkin-colored uniforms and that horrible mascot that looked like it was trying to flirt with you.
The Buccaneers were known by many as the Yuccaneers because they were just flat-out awful at times.
Well, they were horrendous because of one man and one man alone. Take away him and put in somebody else halfway decent or even me and the Buccaneers would not have been the laughingstock they were.
That man was the longtime owner Hugh Culverhouse.
In order to win, you have to be willing to spend money. It is a fact of football. You have to give your star players good contracts, you have to be willing to pull out your wallet in order to draw in the good talent and win.
When you become an NFL owner in charge of building a football team, you have an obligation, an unwritten contract, to make that team as good as you can and give your fans something to be proud to associate with and win championships if you can.
Hugh Culverhouse was the greediest man to ever walk on a piece of astroturf period, and he realized that he could make money on the franchise without making a real effort to win games. He often would take money from the Buccaneers franchise and invest it into other business ventures.
He hired John McKay, the legendary coach of USC, to start the franchise out, but McKay didn't get a lot of help from Culverhouse. The Buccaneers started off with the worst losing streak in NFL history with 26 consecutive losses.
The Bucs started to turn things around though. They drafted offensive fixtures like Ricky Bell, a powerful fullback, and Doug Williams, a rocket-armed quarterback, and John McKay created one of the greatest defenses of football in 1979 where the Bucs turned it around from a 5-11 record in 1978 to a 10-6 record in 1979 and a playoff victory.
The Bucs had a slump in 1980, but came back in 81 and 82 with back-to-back playoff seasons.
However, the people of Tampa Bay were going to be heartbroken by what their scummy owner would do next.
People talk about how quarterbacks and football players in general are overpaid as it is.
Well, back in the 80s, it was a lot different. Doug Williams was paid $120,000 as his yearly salary which was by far the lowest among starting quarterbacks and some backups were paid more than him.
Williams wanted a new contract that would pay him more. John McKay was also behind Williams, and the amount that was asked was $600,000, which is a fair amount.
Culverhouse, being the cheapskate he was and being opposed to the players' strike that happened the year before, he offered Williams $400,000 and not a penny more.
Williams still would have been among the lowest paid starters in the league, and he felt that for him to put his body on the line for this miser was not the way he wanted to go. He went to the USFL instead since he couldn't leave the Bucs for another NFL franchise.
Without Williams, the Bucs spiraled downhill to a 2-14 record that started the first of 12 consecutive seasons with at least 10 losses.
The Bucs were also horrible at drafting with Culverhouse in charge after John McKay left, and whatever star players they did have didn't last very long because once their contracts were up, they'd leave Tampa Bay.
Only one player stayed in Tampa his entire Hall of Fame career and that was their first draft pick, Lee Roy Selmon.
Culverhouse also tormented the Buccaneers fans because since the team was putrid at best, they wouldn't sell out the stadium.
According to NFL rules, in order for a game to be televised, it has to be sold out or the NFL blacks it out. So, hardcore fans that didn't live in Tampa Bay or the ones who couldn't afford tickets saw their team play like once or twice an entire year at times.
One radio station hated Culverhouse so much that they put a billboard of his ugly face up with a golden screw in his head. That gives new meaning to the term 'screwball.'
This man was so despised that according to his son in an article of the St. Petersburg Times said, "For years, I was afraid to go into a 7-Eleven because I was afraid I would be recognized as a Culverhouse. I was like the boy named Sue."
When your kid is either afraid for his life or too ashamed to be associated with your disgusting legacy, you really have screwed up.
Not only was he a greedy jerk, but he also was a complete idiot when it came to judging players.
This is a guy who actually traded Steve Young to the 49ers! Bill Walsh was looking at Joe Montana after winning two Super Bowls, and he felt that he needed some extra motivation.
Steve Young also would be a great backup because Joe Montana had been knocked out of the playoff game against the Giants in 86, and people are wondering if Montana's getting a bit injury-prone.
Think about it. Whenever you have a rival or someone to challenge you for something, you are going to make yourself better.
Bill Walsh honed in on Steve Young and traded very late second and fourth round draft picks for Young who went on to win two MVPs and a Super Bowl with the 49ers.
The Bucs traded Young because they had their sites on the Heisman trophy winner out of Miami, Vinny Testaverde with the top overall choice.
What makes no sense though is that Young was their best player on the team. When the 49ers went to play them that next year, Steve Young actually received the award from them for being their best player.
So, you want to upgrade your team by ditching your best player? Ok, you're an idiot that's for sure.
The Bucs just sucked with Testaverde due to a combination that he was only a good, not great, quarterback on his best days, and the fact that they had no talent to surround him with.
Culverhouse also traded picks that turned into Hall of Fame defensive tackle, Dan Hampton, and Pro Bowl receiver Irving Fryar, but the worst draft move he ever did was in 1986.
The best player coming into the draft was Bo Jackson, who was the most stunning running back in college football, and the slam dunk Heisman winner.
Since the Bucs had the first pick in the draft and flew Bo Jackson down for a physical. Now, Bo Jackson was nervous about it because he did not want to commit any NCAA violation because he was a dual-sport athlete and played baseball at Auburn in the spring.
Culverhouse and the Buccaneers assured Bo that he was in no danger of breaking any rules, and that his baseball season would not be in jeopardy.
So, Bo flew down to Tampa Bay and had a physical for the team. He then returned to college to find out that Culverhouse had lied to him. He had broken a major rule of the NCAA, and they suspended him from playing baseball which tore him up.
Now, I don't know if this is true or not, but I don't believe in coincidence. I believe that Culverhouse intentionally lied to Bo, so that he couldn't possibly get injured playing baseball.
Bo held that against the Buccaneers, and he stated that he would not play for the Bucs if they drafted him.
Culverhouse drafted Bo anyway, and Bo fulfilled his promise by playing baseball for the Kansas City Royals; spurning the Bucs with venom.
Like I said before, when you become the owner of a professional sports team, you no longer are a businessman thinking for yourself. You are now responsible to the fans to make that team a winner. Culverhouse never put anyone but himself and money first.
The Bucs, despite being one of the worst teams in 1993 with a horrible, worn-out stadium, were one of the most profitable! Culverhouse kept the payroll so low that the franchise had an $11.3 million profit.
However, a salary cap started to come into action and the payroll was forced to be $12 million minimum which put the team in the red.
The Buccaneers fans were finally granted a miracle on August 26, 1994 when Culverhouse died of lung cancer.
The team ws forced to be sold due to the fact that they were in debt and headed toward bankruptcy. Malcolm Glazer took over the team, and the Bucs finally won the Super Bowl in 2002.
Culverhouse was also despicable in his personal life. He had numerous affairs on his wife, and even spent money on jewelry, furs, trips, and even psychiatric care for his mistresses.
He actually thought about reversing a vasectomy so he could have children with a much younger mistress. He even tricked his wife into signing over property so he could divorce her for the younger woman.
His wife challenged his will in 1996 and won her case, getting $36 million of his estate and a $7 million per year from a trust fund he had established for his new life.
His widow stated, "I'd love to dig him up out of his grave so I could shoot him three times."
I don't blame you lady. In fact, I'd acquit you if it came to trial.
Well, this is the profile of the number two person on this list.
I hope everyone of you is wondering how there can be someone worse than this guy.
Well, continue on to find out.
The Worst Of The Rest
Before we show the number one most hated being in NFL history, let's show guys who just missed our list.
There is O.J. Simpson, who is notoriously known for murdering his wife and Ronald Goldman then proceeded to say the police framed him for his crimes. He was acquited of that charge, but is now in prison for robbery.
How about Pacman Jones, who constantly got into trouble and one of his clubbing exhibitions ended it up in someone being shot and paralyzed for life.
We can always look at Ben Roethlisberger who allegedly (although I believe it) assaulted multiple women and has just been recently suspended by the NFL.
Lawrence Taylor is regarded as the greatest defensive player of all time by some people, but he had issues with drugs and recently one with an underaged girl.
Michael Vick murdered pitbulls that were involved in dogfighting, and was suspended by the league as well, but none of these guys are bad enough (yet) to crack the top ten list.
Number 1: Bob Irsay
The undisputed number one person on this list. I went into researching and debating this list with him as a preliminary number one, and I could not think of any argument, counter-point, or legitimate reason to not have him ranked number one.
He's the angry man of the left by the way.
Bob Irsay came into the NFL in 1972 when he bought the Los Angeles Rams for $19 million. Then, in one of the most interesting trades ever, he and the Baltimore Colts owner, Carroll Rosenbloom, swapped franchises. No players were traded but rather owners.
Up to that point, the Baltimore Colts had been one of the greatest franchises in the history of not just football, but of sports in general. They had two NFL Championships, a Super Bowl victory, an appearance in Super Bowl III, an NFL Championship appearance in 1964, and many legendary players.
Now, before you go any further, you have to understand that this isn't football of today where you get used to players going from place to place. This is the 70s where your players get to know you, become part of the city, part of the general public, and become almost family.
This is Baltimore. Forget that crime show on HBO called "The Wire" where you see the drug dealers and gangsters of Baltimore. This was back when a great number of people were basically good, hard-working, citizens.
To prove my point, whenever the Colts had a football game at home, they always made sure that it was at two o'clock so that everyone, and I mean everyone, could go to church and not have to miss the game.
To my knowledge, that didn't happen anywhere else but Baltimore. I don't want to exaggerate, but when I hear accounts of Baltimore Colts fans, I never hear any negatives whatsoever.
Those people loved that team like it was a college football team. Win or lose, they would show up to cheer the Colts. They organized cheers, not the stadium officials, the fans themselves organized cheers that spelled out Colts like you were doing the YMCA dance song.
You talk about a group of wonderful, loyal people who weren't like the Eagles fans where you boo your team at every possible moment or the Oakland fans where they are more focused on tormenting the opposing team. The Colts fans were about undying affection for their teams.
I know this sounds like something out of a "Once upon a time," book, but it is true. Check this out:
"I'm not sure I've ever had a feeling in sport, even winning the Super Bowls we won, like being introduced at Memorial Stadium. I don't know if my feet touched the ground." Colts center, Bill Curry
Those fans felt when the Colts won, they won, because they were just as much a Baltimore Colt as the men were who put on the pads.
Robert Irsay, when he took over the Colts, transformed them into the most embarrassing franchise in the league beside maybe, maybe the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.
I feel that I cannot do the truth justice here, so I enlisted the help of Sports Illustrated to help me. In the December 15,1986 issue, a writer named E.M. Swift pieced together nothing less than a masterpiece of showing the world what a completely idiotic, boorish man that Irsay was. I won't even have to attack him myself.
I will be showing you many quotes from that article. Starting with Irsay's beginning with the Baltimore Colts, including the trading of franchises previously mentioned.
"It was Carroll Rosenbloom and Joe Thomas, both now deceased, who brought Irsay into the league. Rosenbloom was the owner of the Colts from 1953 to 1972, but he wanted out of Baltimore for a couple of the reasons that Irsay ultimately did—money and a running feud with the Baltimore press. Thomas had recently been fired as the personnel director of the Dolphins."
"Together, they cooked up a deal that would get Rosenbloom out of Baltimore and into the lucrative L.A. market and provide Thomas with a job as G.M. of the Colts. They needed to find someone to buy the Rams for $19 million—on the condition that the individual would then trade the Rams, even up, for Rosenbloom's Colts. That someone, an acquaintance of Thomas's from Florida, was a Chicago heating and air-conditioning contractor named Robert Irsay."
So, if Carroll Rosenbloom doesn't want out of Baltimore, Irsay never comes in? What a way to foreshadow disaster with a move like that.
From day one of his arrival in Baltimore, he was a liar. Former superstar quarterback, Bert Jones, put it best after his career was done:
"He lied and he cheated and he was rude and he was crude and he was Bob Irsay. He doesn't have any morals. It's a sad state for the NFL to be associated with him, but beyond that I've removed him from my mind."
Irsay's lies were mainly about himself. He was a sculptor to a degree. He would tell his people his life story and build it up with clay to make the statue a lot more majestic.
Like how he was raised by his grandfather, came from a poor home, was a devout Roman Catholic, and had saw duty in the war.
The reality is that his family was rich, they paid for him to go to the University of Illinois, he was a member of a fraternity, was actually Jewish, and while he was a sergeant in the marines, he never went overseas.
Here's a quote from the man's own mother in the article about her little Bobby:
"He's a devil on earth, that one." Every few seconds she paused for breath, her voice rising at the start of each thought, then quickly tiring. "He stole all our money and said goodbye. He don't care for me. I don't even see him for 35 years. My husband, Charles, sent him to college. I made his wedding. Five thousand dollars, it cost us. When my husband got sick and got the heart attack, he [Bob] took advantage. He was no good," she said. "He was a bad boy. I don't want to talk about him."
This man was the owner of the Baltimore Colts, and anyone can see that this was going to go bad.
The franchise started off bad without Irsay's help originally. Now that Joe Thomas was in charge, the team went through some major changes.
The team that Irsay had bought was a team out of gas. They had won the Super Bowl two year ago, but they were a very old team, but one that had a set formula to it.
"Under Rosenbloom, the Colts had been like a family. 'There were no individualists,' recalls Matte. 'Carroll wouldn't allow it.' It was part of the Colts' secret of success. Veterans like Matte, Unitas, John Mackey and Raymond Berry actually had a say in who was cut and who wasn't. The coaching staff would listen to them. Curfews weren't enforced by the coaches; they were enforced by the team leaders. And Friday nights were team nights, when the players would go out and, instead of watching film, would do no more than drink beer and joke and develop that special bonding that a lot of the great teams have. 'Everybody lived here in town and made appearances for free. We were part of the community,' recalls Matte. 'That was the tradition. It made us a team.'"
The family was getting old though. Legendary quarterback Johnny Unitas, halfback Tom Matte, tight end John Mackey, and other players were in their 30s. Unitas himself, was approaching 40.
Either Joe Thomas didn't realize or he did not care. Mike Curtis, All-Pro linebacker for the team recalled, "Joe's ego was the biggest thing that ever was."
Thomas decided to slice and dice the team. He cut/traded over 20 Colts. He traded away Johnny Unitas, Tom Matte, and John Mackey. He fired Don McCafferty, the coach who had been with the team when they won the Super Bowl, and hired Howard Schnellenberger to be the new coach for 1973.
Bruce Laird: "Those gentlemen, after what they'd done. What do you think Joe was looked at here?"
The fans and the media called it the "Baltimore Massacre" after Thomas got rid of those beloved players.
Unitas finished his career in a San Diego Chargers uniform, and no disrespect to Charger fans, but whenever I see a photo of Unitas in that uniform, I want to throw up.
Those guys deserved to stay in Baltimore their whole careers, and Thomas ruined that, and Irsay didn't care enough to stop him. They could have reached a financial settlement to get the players to retire. There was no salary cap to prevent that.
Instead, they made the Colts a much younger team that stunk. They went 4-10 in 1973.
Now, this is where Irsay started to show his true colors. He always did so when he was drunk, which was a lot at games since there was beer there.
"Irsay's first great public explosion came in the third game of the 1974 season, in Philadelphia. Marty Domres was the Colts quarterback, a player Irsay had once humiliated in front of his teammates by shouting, "Nice game, Marty, too bad most of the passes you completed were to the wrong team." In the third quarter, Irsay, prowling the sideline, tugged on Schnellenberger's arm and suggested he replace Domres with Bert Jones. Schnellenberger declined, adding—and here history becomes a little fuzzy—either that Irsay should mind his own business or that Irsay should attempt an anatomical impossibility while minding his own business. Whatever, Irsay took offense. "He just wanted to be part of the team, be the type of owner who would have a beer with the guys and maybe arm wrestle after the game," recalls Curtis. "He really wanted us to like him. That's why he was down on the field to begin with. And Howard was no diplomat. It was just bad luck."
Irsay, apparently inebriated, according to several team sources, stormed into the dressing room after the game—the team's third straight defeat—and announced to the players that Schnellenberger was fired and that Thomas would be their new coach. The team almost lynched him. In the coach's office, Schnellenberger asked Ernie Accorsi, the Colts public relations director, what the ruckus was about. "I think he just fired you," Accorsi replied. Irsay charged in and confirmed it. Then he left in his limo."
This is the big part though. Thomas didn't know about this. He wasn't planning on firing Schnellenberger and becoming the new coach. He comes in later and finds out.
"Thomas, meanwhile, couldn't get into the dressing room; he was held at bay by a security guard who was under orders not to open the room to the press. 'There's a guy named Thomas demanding to get in,' the guard told Accorsi.
Thomas was right behind him. 'What's going on in here?'
'Irsay just fired Howard.'
'That's not the worst news. He named you as head coach.'
'You're no head coach, for god's sake,' Mike Curtis said.
'You shut up.'
It was true, though. Thomas didn't even know the team's playbook. And for the rest of the season—the Colts ended at 2-12—Thomas would ask startling things like 'Do we have a halfback option pass?' in third-or fourth-down situations. To which someone would answer, 'Yes, Coach, we have three of them.'"
The team finally hired Ted Marchibroda, and the Colts had three back to back ten-plus winning seasons and Bert Jones was the 1976 MVP.
That was the high point of Irsay's tenure in Baltimore. Eventually, he fired Joe Thomas, and had a larger say in what the team did.
"'When Thomas left, suddenly there's no buffer between the team and Irsay,' recalls Bruce Laird, a safety who played 10 years with the Colts. 'Suddenly everything has to go through the Irsay-Chernoff chain. From then on, money became almost nonexistent, and everything they touched turned to manure.'"
More tirades followed, Irsay even turned on Bert Jones eventually and Ted Marchibroda eventually was fired.
"In 1979, after a loss, Irsay interrupted a live radio interview with Jones, who was out with a shoulder injury, and said, 'Hey, Bert, when are you going to start playing?' Irsay also told a reporter, 'I am not paying Bert Jones $275,000 to sit on his butt.'"
Even when Irsay was wrong, he was right. For instance... "In 1980 the Colts trailed Miami by a touchdown at the half, 17-10, when Irsay sent a member of the Colts front office down to the field with a strongly worded message. He wanted (the head coach Mike) McCormack to replace Jones at quarterback with Greg Landry. McCormack refused. In the second half Jones led the Colts back to a 30-17 win. But Irsay was livid at McCormack's insubordination and dressed him down behind closed doors."
Irsay actually decided to take control of how the team played, so he decided to call plays for one game. Here's a guy who probably could tell you what a post pattern is, calling the plays for the team instead of the coach.
If it wasn't so horrifying, it would be comical. There are criticisms of some owners like Al Davis and Jerry Jones, and people say that they are really the coaches.
Well, to the best of my knowledge, Jerry Jones has never actually called a play for the team. He lets the coaches do that. I've heard rumors that Davis has called plays at times, but to his credit, he was a football coach and knows the game.
This is a boozehound calling plays for a team in the National Football League. This would be a great idea for a movie if it wasn't so horrifying in real life.
"'[Irsay] couldn't have told you how many players there were on the field, never mind what plays we had,' recalls Jones, who was shuffled in and out with Landry. 'All he was trying to do was embarrass the coaches and the players. When he told me to run, I threw. When he told me to throw left, I ran right.'"
Throughout this time, Irsay had been flirting with other cities that he was going to move the Colts somewhere else while he told the fans that Baltimore was their home.
It got worse when Irsay interfered with the team's draft picks.
"In 1982 Irsay told the Colts front office not to draft Brigham Young quarterback Jim McMahon because he couldn't stand McMahon's agent, Jerry Argovitz. Instead, Irsay wanted to take Ohio State's Art Schlichter, who, according to most scouting reports, did not have the arm to be an NFL passer."
Art Schlichter had a gambling addiction and was banned by the NFL for betting on NFL games. He is easily regarded as one of the all-time draft busts.
The next big blunder was when the teams had the top overall pick in the 1983 draft.
"The Colts were winless in the strike-shortened 1982 season, giving them a shot at quarterback John Elway. Elway, of course, made a public-relations error in announcing that he wouldn't play in Baltimore, when what he really meant was that he wouldn't play for Frank Kush, the Colts coach, and Irsay. Still, Accorsi wanted him. Desperately. If another team wanted to draft him, it would have had to fork over three first-round draft picks in exchange. That was Accorsi's price. When no other team met it, the Colts drafted him. Elway said the Colts had wasted a draft choice. He would play baseball."
Accorsi knew that Elway was blowing smoke. He knew he wanted to play football more than baseball. Accorsi was confident that Elway would sign after he realized that he was going to lose this game of 'Chicken'
However, Irsay panicked. He traded John Elway away to the Denver Broncos for quarterback Mark Hermann, their first round pick of 1983 that had been guard Chris Hinton, and a first round pick the next year.
Elway went on to play in five Super Bowls, winning two in Denver.
Finally, the last vile act of Bob Irsay's tenure in Baltimore was when he actually moved the team to Indianapolis.
The main reason was because Irsay wanted a new stadium, and Baltimore was reluctant to help pay for it. The old stadium was a bit of a dump, but the fans still loved it.
The city of Baltimore made an offer to Irsay, but then decided to try to use the legislature to seize the Colts under eminent-domain.
Irsay cowered out of Baltimore, making a deal with Indianapolis, then hired a trucking company to pack up the organization's items from the team headquarters and in the middle of the night, moved away.
The entire city of Baltimore was in tears. They were betrayed, and Irsay didn't even have the decency to change the team's colors. They are still called the Colts, and people of Baltimore have to see that horseshoe on the helmet and know that that team was stolen from them.
Irsay always was a winner. He always boasted of being a winner. But, he, deservingly, died a loser on January 14, 1997. The Colts never won anything under Irsay, and the next year, they drafted the reigning NFL MVP, Peyton Manning.
How fitting that once Irsay goes away, the Colts turn themselves around.
So, here you have it folks. The number one most hated being in NFL history.
If you want to read even more about the guy, the Sports Illustrated article is linked here: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/vault/article/magazine/MAG1065650/index.htm