Weekly Call Out
The Authority, in all of its infinite wisdom, is bringing to its readers The Weekly Call Out.
And this week, it goes to someone who has hurt the Authority very deeply, Lawrence Maroney.
So I am going to climb in the middle of the squared circle, grab my microphone, turn to dressing rooms, point and air all of my grievances with you to the public, Maroney.
"You were like a child to me. A friend who I could depend on, a brother. I gave a second round draft pick to you,thinking that you were in the prime position to become a featured back in the New England Patriots' system. Only to find out that on a good week you only put up Cedric Benson type numbers.
But the problem is, if I wanted Cedric Benson numbers I would have drafted Cedric Benson, brother. The only thing that is saving you right now is that I got Brady in the third round and Brandon Jacobs in the fourth. If it wasn't for those guys the team would be falling apart.
Sure, I could rely on Frank Gore's numbers, which are a staggering 4 points a week better then yours, and his numbers are awful too. But relying on other people is what got me in this predicament in the first place. My first thought was go with someone like Willie Parker or Steve Smith, those players would have me doing a lot better than what I am doing now.
But you know what? The Authority is just going to call you out, brother. Step it up, big time, hot shot. We got a long road ahead and we are going to need you to step it up, brother.
Strap on the chin strap, tie up them shoes and make some people miss in the open field. You are less creative in open space than Jim Brown. But the difference between you and Jim Brown is he could run over the other team's secondary, you can't, brother.
Sure the team is 9-0 but they are going to need you to step it up, undefeated baby and I need those numbers, there are tens of twenties of dollars on the line here, brother."
Check back next week for another call out on armchairsportsauthority.com.
And this week, it goes to someone who has hurt the Authority very deeply, Lawrence Maroney.

So I am going to climb in the middle of the squared circle, grab my microphone, turn to dressing rooms, point and air all of my grievances with you to the public, Maroney.
"You were like a child to me. A friend who I could depend on, a brother. I gave a second round draft pick to you,thinking that you were in the prime position to become a featured back in the New England Patriots' system. Only to find out that on a good week you only put up Cedric Benson type numbers.
But the problem is, if I wanted Cedric Benson numbers I would have drafted Cedric Benson, brother. The only thing that is saving you right now is that I got Brady in the third round and Brandon Jacobs in the fourth. If it wasn't for those guys the team would be falling apart.

Sure, I could rely on Frank Gore's numbers, which are a staggering 4 points a week better then yours, and his numbers are awful too. But relying on other people is what got me in this predicament in the first place. My first thought was go with someone like Willie Parker or Steve Smith, those players would have me doing a lot better than what I am doing now.
But you know what? The Authority is just going to call you out, brother. Step it up, big time, hot shot. We got a long road ahead and we are going to need you to step it up, brother.
Strap on the chin strap, tie up them shoes and make some people miss in the open field. You are less creative in open space than Jim Brown. But the difference between you and Jim Brown is he could run over the other team's secondary, you can't, brother.
Sure the team is 9-0 but they are going to need you to step it up, undefeated baby and I need those numbers, there are tens of twenties of dollars on the line here, brother."
Check back next week for another call out on armchairsportsauthority.com.





Well that's what ya get for drafting a chowda! In any event, as much as I too once dabbled in the occult (I was a fantasy football commissioner), I have bigger tuna to fry. Mangina would only dream of having the existential crisis that is the Lawrence Maloney debacle. His "lowly Jest" are just 1-7 and have fans in the New York sport area clamoring to Just End The Suffering. One more weekend of the 3-4 and giving up 300 yards to a "fourth tier" franchise and I might just have to indulge in a four week bender that makes Leaving Las Vegas look like the Sound of Music.
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