The Best Reason To Trade for Pacman Jones

You can’t fight what you are. Some stories are finished before they even get started. Sooner or later, Pacman Jones’ PR campaign is going to land him an NFL roster spot. When it does, the blowhards among us will weigh in with no small measure of sound and fury—and when they’re done, the only thing signified will be that which was already plain as day. Facts is facts, after all. And you can’t fight what you are. I won’t pretend here that Jones looks or sounds like a changed man. That’s not a knock against him, mind you—just a nod to the nature of the human condition. Three hours with Michael Irvin can’t turn vice into virtue. More to the point, a year of NFL exile can’t undo two-and-a-half decades of pernicious neural patterning. Blood is blood. Facts is facts. And you can’t fight what you are. Wherever Pacman ends up, his new team is sure to catch hell from the blogosphere’s Outraged Majority. But let’s be ... [link]