Players will rarely come out and say something derogative toward a teammate in the media. But they will speak in player if they feel there's an issue that people need to know about. You just have to read between the lines to get the true message.
It's like he's a 5th year vet. - Cole Beasley, on Rayne Dakota Prescott.
Go Cowboys, right? That's the simpleton way of reacting. I found the comment to be very odd. He didn't say he's like a veteran. He made sure to be specific in which year he seemed to be in.
Now ask yourself, why would Cole Beasley be so intent to talk to the media to let everyone know that Prescott really is like a 5th year guy?
At the risk of being pelted with foam fingers, here's what Beasley is really telling you - "It's like he should be eligible to sign with another team without any restriction.".
Why would he say that? Well, to begin to figure that out let's read that SI article.
No. Let's really read it and see if there are any red flags in there.
Fine. I will do it for you....
But Prescott loves waking up at 6 a.m. and being at work, in the hot tub, by 6:15. “If I don’t hit the traffic light,” he says, “I can be there in two minutes.”
He doesn't shower.
Doesn't appear to care about the potential health concerns for his teammates who have to share those facilities with him.
Then there are the walls. While most rookies begin and end their home decorating by purchasing a leather couch and mounting a flat screen, Prescott has framed photos of himself and two of his brothers.
Likes to hang pictures of himself on his walls. Will also do family members but only if they're male..
“I’m one of those people—when I start something, I want to have it done within a week.”
Lacks patience. Isn't interested in building and working toward something. Doesn't see the value in earning what you get. It's all about him. He wants it now. Or within 7 days.
Prescott moved into his condo in late June and enlisted his aunt Paige Gilbeaux in a decorating two-minute drill. “I lost 10 pounds helping him,” she jokes. “He worked me to death.”
Basically enslaved his elderly aunt to redecorate his place in an unreasonable time frame. In the intense Texas heat. With no food. Didn't care if she lived or died. She probably barely had enough strength to hang up the pictures of only his male family members. We should check on this woman.
A few blocks from home Dak Prescott enters Mattito’s, a Tex-Mex restaurant with big screens suspended from the ceiling, and slides into a gaudily patterned booth. He has ordered chips and queso and a water with lemon when a waiter walks by, does a double take and asks, “What’s up, Zeke?”
Has stolen Ezekiel Elliott's identity and is so brazen as to use his credit card at a local restaurant. Probably went through his wallet while his teammates were showering and he wasn't.
The poor guy has confused him for fellow rookie Ezekiel Elliott, who leads the league in rushing (and by a large margin)—hardly the first time someone has struggled to identify Prescott.
A clear reference to police lineups.
It's okay, ma'am. Take your time. I promise he can not see you.
He slipped in the draft partly because he had played in a spread offense and because of a DUI arrest last March. (He was later found not guilty of the charges.)
Bribed a DA to skate on a DUI. The law doesn't apply to him. He's Dak Prescott.
Prescott’s rookie contract will pay him nearly $2.7 million over four years. (He’s so conscious of that comparatively limited salary that he provides game tickets only to his father and brothers.)
Once again, male family members only. Remember this when you see him in pink on Sunday.
When Prescott met with Mississippi State quarterbacks coach Brian Johnson in the spring before his senior year, he wrote down a simple goal: Master the game. He manipulated his schedule so he could finish his master’s in workforce leadership without much class time, which freed him to pursue an advanced degree in football,
Wouldn't we have all loved to "manipulate" our college schedules to earn degrees with little class time? This is consistent in his story. A clear feeling of entitlement. He deserved that degree. He shouldn't have to go to class. Whatever he wants he gets by the end of the week.
And for his elderly, malnutritioned Aunt's sake, I hope he's right.
