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T.O. Goes 'Bonk'

The Terrell Owens story, one which we were all riveted by and obsessed with, not to mention, one which was founded and relevant, has ended with a kazoo. Owens signed with the Bengals yesterday. Cincinnati city officials have cordoned off a three mile radius around Paul Brown Stadium and deemed the area harmful to woman and child (wakka wakka, they’re all criminals, you see).

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What does this mean for Seattle? Well, fewer sit-ups in the driveway, though I contribute my 16 every other morning. More touches for Golden Tate, Mike Williams and maybe Deon Butler and Deion Branch. Fewer dewy-eyed accusations volleyed at Matt Hasselbeck. More of that dreaded East-coast bias, as the national media is now much less likely to hang “Live Nude” signs from Seahawks practices.

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Mostly it means the last scaly tendril of the off-season has retreated and we can soon, oh so very, very soon, begin concentrating on football again. About this time every year, and more so every year, I get an unhealthy jones for the pigskin. And it’s about to rain down on us in all its preseason glory.