Let's see—what angle should we take on Terrell Owens' recent appearance on the Dr. Phil show, where three mothers of Owens' children claimed he neglects his offspring and is often late on his child-support payments?
We could go the route of labeling this a "typical athlete" move, throwing about names of other athletes who have fathered multiple children with multiple women over the years. We could act outraged, label this an epidemic among athletes and do a bit of moral hand-wringing over the incident.
Meh, maybe next time. I'm sure someone else will take care of that angle.
You know what might be fun? Piling on to the immense fall from grace the uber-talented but brash and arrogant Owens has endured over the past several years. We could get all snarky, throw in a few IFL jokes and patronize away while we take a closer look at the financial straits TO finds himself in these days.
You know, I think I'll pass. Being a jerk on the Internet is just way too cliche at this point.
We could call his baby-mamas a sad bunch of gold-diggers and have our boy TO's back. I mean, do these four women really need upwards of a combined $50,000 a month for child-support payments?
To be honest, it's really none of my business.
Hey, we could use this as an opportunity to recap all of the moments of Owens' career we didn't particularly like. You know, spiking on the star, and "That's my quarterback, man" and the infamous Tony Romo and Jason Witten pass conspiracy.
But haven't we done this enough already?
You know what we should do?
We should feel bad for his kids. Kids who apparently don't have much of a relationship with their father. Kids who had to watch the personal business of their mother and father aired on a hack television show. Kids who might look back on all of this and feel like a paycheck for their mothers.
That's what sucks about all of this. That's what we should all worry about. That's why Owens has truly fallen from grace.
It's always about the kids, and everything else comes next. So save your snark, save your macho "baby-mama drama" jokes and save your need to feel morally superior to the next athlete that makes the headlines for a negative reason.
There's your angle.
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