Hostile: ask, and you will receive. I'll post the older blog entries from Deon. The dude is more-than-a-little mental, if you ask me. Enjoy:
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Aug. 9
"I got this rash. Man, it's disgusting. T-New says it looks like I have a syphilis rash. Everyone's laughing at me.
It's a group of bumps that's formed all over my entire back, my arms, my forearms. It's starting to go away on my forearms a little bit, a little bit more on my side, on my legs a little bit.
It itches from time to time. I put a little lotion on it. I get somebody to put a little lotion on it. (Disturbing look and laugh.) ... No, just joking. I do it myself. I'm flexible.
It's just (beep) annoying, honestly. Now I got a dislocated (right ring) finger, and it's hard for me to rub the lotion on the heat rash.
But I'll be ready for the game. This is from pranks the Chargers are pulling, giving us rashes and stuff and thinking that we won't be physically and mentally ready for the game. But I'll overcome.
I'm going to be fine. Just look for me to be to busting those wedges. That's going to take a little bit of rash away. When I hit them, the rash starts to fade a little bit. Hit another guy, and it fades a little more.
I think it's all the contact I'm not receiving now that's making the rash worse."
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Aug. 2
"Now they're coming out with the iPod Touch, so this is what I believe. They set a virus in the old iPods -- which I just bought, so therefore it's technically a new iPod -- to break down so you have to buy the new one.
I just got it about a month ago, put a whole bunch of movies on it. You know, The Program, Varsity Blues, a whole bunch of football movies because we're in camp. What else would I want to watch besides football movies in camp? Then my favorite tunes. I'm listening to DMX, D. Black, my brother.
But I put in my bag, and when we first got here, I take it out of my bag and put my headphones on. First of all, my headphones were broken, so I had to tape them together. I don't know how that happened. Then there's a big red X with a circle around it. I'm like, what is this?
I'm running around to all the technical people here, and they're hooking it up and calling people and getting on the Internet. But I basically have to take it into Best Buy.
Mentally, it's taken a toll on me. Normally, I come out here, and I'm pumped up and ready for war. That's due to outside sources, such as my iPod, which has so many songs on it that gets me in the mood to play.
Recently, I've just been coming out here and going off of pure adrenaline, like the crowd or anything that happens. Like I tripped and scraped my knee, and then I'm angry because I scraped my knee. I'm trying to use that.
But it's just not the same as having an iPod, you know?"
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Aug. 16 (his TD run ...)
"It seemed like it lasted 13 minutes, but it was only about a second and a half.
I got in the huddle, Tony called the play and I was like, "Why isn't Marion in here?" Then I realized what was going on.
I get the ball, and I'm just seeing their whole line move back. There was an opening to my left, and I stepped that way. 'Dre had a dude pinned to the right, and Kosier was like submarining a dude. So I was like, "(Screw) it, let me just go. Boom!" Then, as soon as I got across the goal line, I got hit about seven times.
For real! I got hit in the quad, hit in the head, hit in the hip, hit some other places. But I looked down and saw the goal line and was like, 'Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!"
Crayton tried to help me up, but everyone was on my legs and I couldn't get up. I tried to dance. I was gonna spike it, do a back flip and jump on the goal post. They didn't want me to do all that.
Plus, I had kickoff. I had to save some energy."
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Aug. 23
"It was a long three and a half weeks that finally ended with us losing to Denver.
I think the three and a half weeks was wearing on us as a team, as a whole, even our trainers. It was like, man, we were losing track on time. Like on the Hard Knocks, where they showed D. Ware coming out of his room every day, and it was like he was just changing clothes and everything else was the same.
I forgot what day it was several times. Then we went out for Denver, and I didn't even care what day it was.
But we're back now, and this is where we belong. I'm loving it, just the smell of my locker. It's kind of moist with a hint of old, dirty gym socks. That is welcome home."
