Let me get this straight. The Tennessee Titans won’t let Pacman Jones wrestle for TNA because they don’t want him to get hurt? Seriously? Are you kidding me?
This has to be one of the most monumental travesties of justice in the history of justice travestying! Do the Titans have any idea what they’ve done? They’ve cost themselves a shot at getting out of the Pacman mess clean, and they cost the rest of us a chance to see this human train wreck taking a steel chair shot to the head!
In the gentlest of terms, Adam Jones is a behaviorally challenged individual. He has been arrested five times in Tennessee and Georgia and is currently under indictment in Las Vegas on felony charges of coercion. It was in a Vegas strip club in February that Pacman and his ghosts Inky, Blinky, Pinky and Clyde touched off a melee by making it rain for the dancers, which meant showering the stage with garbage bags full of cash and watching the girls scramble for their dignity in a sea of singles. When the girls and their promoter scooped up the cash, Jones and his posse decided they wanted it back. The fight that followed left three people with gunshot wounds, including a security guard who remains paralyzed.
Obviously troubled by the incident, NFL commissioner Roger Goodell summoned Pacman to his office in April for a discussion of the cornerback’s future in his league. Knowing full well that the commissioner could suspend him for violating the league’s personal conduct policy, Pacman took the threat so seriously that he visited another strip club the night before the meeting.
Goodell suspended him for a year.
Undeterred by the suspension and unmotivatedby the possibility of having it trimmed to 10 games with good behavior, Jones was drawn to the rocks by the Sirens of the brass pole once again in June, this time in Atlanta. Shortly before 4 a.m., an argument broke out inside the club, which escalated to gunfire between two vehicles fleeing the scene, leaving police in search of Pacman and his ghosts for questioning.
In other words, Pacman finds trouble the way Charlie Weis finds buffets. All the time. The man is incorrigible, and for all the talent he once brought to the Tennessee secondary, he has become a burden the team and the league should no longer have to carry.
The rub? Pacman is in the middle of a five-year contract with the Titans that paid him $13.5 million in guaranteed money, and would represent a significant salary cap hit if the team were to cut him. It was a lose-lose situation for Tennessee.
And then along came Jones.
Providing the Titans with an unexpected and comically ironic gift from the gods, Pacman said he wanted to wrestle. He wanted to mix it up with the bad boys of TNA. Chair shots. Table smashes. Power bombs. An entire catalogue of high-risk maneuvers within the choreographed violence of professional wrestling, any number of which could have torn up a knee, separated a shoulder or turned an ankle just enough to void Pacman’s contract … and the Titans said no.
This was their out. The break they needed. All they had to do was let Pacman run from turnbuckle to turnbuckle eating power pills and gobbling up blue-hooded opponents until he hurt himself and they could have legally terminated their agreement, recouping some of his signing bonus, getting off the salary cap hook and ending their association with a character who seems hell bent on breaking into prison. And they said no.
It’s not too late, Tennessee. Go to the judge and withdraw your complaint. Let Pacman do whatever he wants in the TNA squared circle. Then, when he ends up in a hospital after a poorly executed neckbreaker, tell him what every Pacman hears sooner or later: Game over.
Sports personality Bob Frantz is a regular contributor to The Examiner. E-mail him at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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