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It is another dark day in Dallas; yet again, a player has engaged in conduct unbecoming of a Cowboy and will most likely be suspended…and given the severity of the charges, could miss the entire season, if it does not end his career. For the moment, details of the arrest are fuzzy, but if David Irving’s recent suspension is any indication, NFL officials will not likely be very understanding regardless of what actually happened.
In an effort to turn some frowns upside down, before delving further into this mystery, here’s a quick anecdote to improve your Wednesday frame of mind:
Little Amber was in the garden filling in a hole when her neighbor peered over the fence, interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was doing.
He politely asked, "What are you up to there, Amber?"
"My goldfish died," replied Amber tearfully without looking up, "And I've just buried him."
The neighbor was concerned, "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?"
Little Amber patted down the last heap of earth then replied, "That's because he's inside your ******* cat."
In a contribution I penned not so long ago, I intimated that I am a student of human nature. I have always been fascinated by what makes people tick and how people’s personalities are often times carved from their peers.
As I understand it, the altercation that led to Damien Wilson’s arrest and two counts of aggravated assault all stems from a disagreement over a parking space. For many, that aspect of the case is perhaps the most infuriating detail of the altercation. After all, how many times have you opted to take a long walk versus fighting some yahoo over a parking space? Of course, I can’t speak for you; but I for one have taken the high road many a times, when it comes to having a potential disagreement with a stranger. It’s simply how I’m wired; the endgame, in most cases, is where I attempt to keep my focus. In this case, walking an extra hour would have been preferable to the results Damien’s actions ultimately yielded.
Hopefully he gets that now. Even more hopefully, he gets a second chance.
I’m not attempting to justify his behavior. In truth, his actions are beyond justification. But, at the end of the day, what he did was allow his emotions to dictate his actions. And, oddly enough, you find this type of behavior often in the big guys. Being a big guy comes with a higher degree of responsibility than being considered small.
As a fairly tall guy, myself, I can tell you that many arguments with my wife result from the simple fact that I tower over her when we have conversations. The very fact that she has to look up to me makes her feel as though I’m talking down to her, regardless of the tone in my voice.
There are both blessings and curses that come with my size. The blessing is that few people mess with me; at the end of the day they don’t want to find out what I’m capable of, which to be honest at the ripe age of 38 isn’t a whole lot. The curse is that I have to often times be overly nice to people to set their mind at ease around me.
So here’s my best guess at what happened:
Wilson shows up wanting to park his vehicle. Tail-gate party goers don’t necessarily know who he is because he’s not a recognizable face with the Cowboys. At every party like this there is almost always this cliché dynamic duo: A big guy who is supposed to be a badass and the drunk chick who gets him in fights because it makes her feel special.
As it turns out, the drunk chick who is hoping to get her man in a fight just so happens to be standing in the parking spot Wilson wants to park in. Wilson honks. She responds with giving him the finger. Wilson gets pissed and starts edging his way in. She allows Wilson to nudge her with her vehicle. This is where the first account of assault comes in. Drunk girl cry’s “Wolf.” No, this is not a retelling of that age old tale; that’s literally what she calls her beau, simply because that sounds like something that guy would like to be called.
Wolf comes a runnin’ to get in Wilson’s face. Wilson shoves Wolf to get him out of his face (2nd Aggravated assault). Wolf wants to fight. Wilson shows gun to stop the fight from taking place. Police get called.
This is where things have a tendency to get really dicey. The problem here is that Wilson is by himself whereas all of the witnesses just so happen to be Wolf and the drunk chick’s closest group of friends. Does anyone care to guess at how much truth was spewed out at the arriving police? My guess is not a whole lot.
And judging by Damien Wilson’s recent tweet, I don’t think he fully grasp just how screwed he really is. Because right now he’s thinking to himself, “I can afford a great lawyer, this will get thrown out before training camp starts.” And the truth is, he’s probably guessing right. The problem is the NFL really likes suspending Dalllas Cowboys players with or without the laws of America on their side. Regardless if proven guilty or not, Damien Wilsons involvement in this case will likely lead to a suspension…and given the severity of the charges, the suspension could mean sitting out the 2017 season, if not ending his career indefinitely.
But here is the interesting aspect of all this. For many of us, the moment we noticed a drunk chick partying in the parking spot we wanted to park in most (if not all) would have kept looking for a parking spot. For starters, I don’t want drunk chick to resume her partying in the parking spot next to my car. That is just asking for a ding, dent or worse. Second, getting that parking spot just simply ain’t that serious to me. Honestly, if not having that parking spots necessitates a 30 minute longer walk chances are I just simply say, “Screw it, it wasn’t meant to be” and take my *** home. Because at the end of the day the absolute dumbest thing a person can do is attempt to reason with a drunk, be it girl or guy. So why did Damien do it?
Because he was raised in a world where he can pick every battle and will typically win. From grade school all the way through college, athletes are treated like royalty. You would think the NFL would be more of the same but it really isn’t. You get paid like royalty for the first time, but the treatment is a completely different dynamic than what these players are used to. In college, if they are on campus they are known. People step aside wherever the walk. And that is true of just about every student regardless of rather or not they actually watch the games. They know the players.
In the real world, however, unless you touch the ball for a living (quarterback, running back, wide receiver, or tight end) chances are the average person will not know your face. And that is especially true of bottom of the roster guys, like Damien. So when people have the audacity not to step aside when he comes walking there is a voice in his head that is enraged by their impertinence.
Damien thought he could win this situation through mere intimidation. When that didn’t work, he resorted to showing his gun in hopes of shutting the engagement completely down. But when people are drunk, rather than seeing reason in the situation, they look to escalate…and, of course, there is also that little evil voice in their head saying, “He’s not going to shoot anybody over a parking spot!” And the situation remains a situation until the police arrive. Of a sudden, when asked who started it, a crowd of fingers turns to Damien.
Again, this is just my best guess at what actually happened. I have a very difficult time believing that these assault charges are on the level. Generally, guys that garner these types of charges have a history of these types of charges. And, no, getting shot in the eye by a paintball gun is not even close to being the same thing…so to suggest this is a trend is quite frankly ridiculous.
Should he have simply drove on and found another spot? No question…he absolutely should have. But when you are used to being the big man on campus, people have a tendency to take that license too far…especially when they feel certain big man freedoms they are used to enjoying are being taken away.
I’m not asking you to forgive him. I am simply granting you the ability to see this situation from his perspective. And I’m not asking you to not blame Jason and Jerry; not that you should blame them, but if you are already resigned to do so, I’m not going to waste my time trying to change your mind…I’d probably have better luck reasoning with the aforementioned drunk chick.
In an effort to turn some frowns upside down, before delving further into this mystery, here’s a quick anecdote to improve your Wednesday frame of mind:
Little Amber was in the garden filling in a hole when her neighbor peered over the fence, interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was doing.
He politely asked, "What are you up to there, Amber?"
"My goldfish died," replied Amber tearfully without looking up, "And I've just buried him."
The neighbor was concerned, "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?"
Little Amber patted down the last heap of earth then replied, "That's because he's inside your ******* cat."
In a contribution I penned not so long ago, I intimated that I am a student of human nature. I have always been fascinated by what makes people tick and how people’s personalities are often times carved from their peers.
As I understand it, the altercation that led to Damien Wilson’s arrest and two counts of aggravated assault all stems from a disagreement over a parking space. For many, that aspect of the case is perhaps the most infuriating detail of the altercation. After all, how many times have you opted to take a long walk versus fighting some yahoo over a parking space? Of course, I can’t speak for you; but I for one have taken the high road many a times, when it comes to having a potential disagreement with a stranger. It’s simply how I’m wired; the endgame, in most cases, is where I attempt to keep my focus. In this case, walking an extra hour would have been preferable to the results Damien’s actions ultimately yielded.
Hopefully he gets that now. Even more hopefully, he gets a second chance.
I’m not attempting to justify his behavior. In truth, his actions are beyond justification. But, at the end of the day, what he did was allow his emotions to dictate his actions. And, oddly enough, you find this type of behavior often in the big guys. Being a big guy comes with a higher degree of responsibility than being considered small.
As a fairly tall guy, myself, I can tell you that many arguments with my wife result from the simple fact that I tower over her when we have conversations. The very fact that she has to look up to me makes her feel as though I’m talking down to her, regardless of the tone in my voice.
There are both blessings and curses that come with my size. The blessing is that few people mess with me; at the end of the day they don’t want to find out what I’m capable of, which to be honest at the ripe age of 38 isn’t a whole lot. The curse is that I have to often times be overly nice to people to set their mind at ease around me.
So here’s my best guess at what happened:
Wilson shows up wanting to park his vehicle. Tail-gate party goers don’t necessarily know who he is because he’s not a recognizable face with the Cowboys. At every party like this there is almost always this cliché dynamic duo: A big guy who is supposed to be a badass and the drunk chick who gets him in fights because it makes her feel special.
As it turns out, the drunk chick who is hoping to get her man in a fight just so happens to be standing in the parking spot Wilson wants to park in. Wilson honks. She responds with giving him the finger. Wilson gets pissed and starts edging his way in. She allows Wilson to nudge her with her vehicle. This is where the first account of assault comes in. Drunk girl cry’s “Wolf.” No, this is not a retelling of that age old tale; that’s literally what she calls her beau, simply because that sounds like something that guy would like to be called.
Wolf comes a runnin’ to get in Wilson’s face. Wilson shoves Wolf to get him out of his face (2nd Aggravated assault). Wolf wants to fight. Wilson shows gun to stop the fight from taking place. Police get called.
This is where things have a tendency to get really dicey. The problem here is that Wilson is by himself whereas all of the witnesses just so happen to be Wolf and the drunk chick’s closest group of friends. Does anyone care to guess at how much truth was spewed out at the arriving police? My guess is not a whole lot.
And judging by Damien Wilson’s recent tweet, I don’t think he fully grasp just how screwed he really is. Because right now he’s thinking to himself, “I can afford a great lawyer, this will get thrown out before training camp starts.” And the truth is, he’s probably guessing right. The problem is the NFL really likes suspending Dalllas Cowboys players with or without the laws of America on their side. Regardless if proven guilty or not, Damien Wilsons involvement in this case will likely lead to a suspension…and given the severity of the charges, the suspension could mean sitting out the 2017 season, if not ending his career indefinitely.
But here is the interesting aspect of all this. For many of us, the moment we noticed a drunk chick partying in the parking spot we wanted to park in most (if not all) would have kept looking for a parking spot. For starters, I don’t want drunk chick to resume her partying in the parking spot next to my car. That is just asking for a ding, dent or worse. Second, getting that parking spot just simply ain’t that serious to me. Honestly, if not having that parking spots necessitates a 30 minute longer walk chances are I just simply say, “Screw it, it wasn’t meant to be” and take my *** home. Because at the end of the day the absolute dumbest thing a person can do is attempt to reason with a drunk, be it girl or guy. So why did Damien do it?
Because he was raised in a world where he can pick every battle and will typically win. From grade school all the way through college, athletes are treated like royalty. You would think the NFL would be more of the same but it really isn’t. You get paid like royalty for the first time, but the treatment is a completely different dynamic than what these players are used to. In college, if they are on campus they are known. People step aside wherever the walk. And that is true of just about every student regardless of rather or not they actually watch the games. They know the players.
In the real world, however, unless you touch the ball for a living (quarterback, running back, wide receiver, or tight end) chances are the average person will not know your face. And that is especially true of bottom of the roster guys, like Damien. So when people have the audacity not to step aside when he comes walking there is a voice in his head that is enraged by their impertinence.
Damien thought he could win this situation through mere intimidation. When that didn’t work, he resorted to showing his gun in hopes of shutting the engagement completely down. But when people are drunk, rather than seeing reason in the situation, they look to escalate…and, of course, there is also that little evil voice in their head saying, “He’s not going to shoot anybody over a parking spot!” And the situation remains a situation until the police arrive. Of a sudden, when asked who started it, a crowd of fingers turns to Damien.
Again, this is just my best guess at what actually happened. I have a very difficult time believing that these assault charges are on the level. Generally, guys that garner these types of charges have a history of these types of charges. And, no, getting shot in the eye by a paintball gun is not even close to being the same thing…so to suggest this is a trend is quite frankly ridiculous.
Should he have simply drove on and found another spot? No question…he absolutely should have. But when you are used to being the big man on campus, people have a tendency to take that license too far…especially when they feel certain big man freedoms they are used to enjoying are being taken away.
I’m not asking you to forgive him. I am simply granting you the ability to see this situation from his perspective. And I’m not asking you to not blame Jason and Jerry; not that you should blame them, but if you are already resigned to do so, I’m not going to waste my time trying to change your mind…I’d probably have better luck reasoning with the aforementioned drunk chick.
