You Mad Bro?

By Anthony Alongi

Fifteen minutes was all I had for recess.  That meant one thing to me, catch the football and don’t let my best friend/rival, Shane, catch me.  He was faster than I was without question, and most of the time I caught the ball I ended up being touched down on the spot.

I’d caught touchdowns against him, but never truly outran him.  One day, however, after making a catch I managed to get into a full sprint with Shane closing in like a torpedo.

As he leaned forward to get his hands on me I was able to arch my back just enough to leave him swiping at the air as he tumbled to the earth and looked up in disgust as I celebrated excessively in the end zone with words and gestures that a kid my age should not even know existed.

Shane still hears about it from me occasionally to this day. It’s safe to say have some Richard Sherman in me, always have.

Richard Sherman’s post-game outburst not only put some much needed gravy on the lump of cold mashed potatoes that makes up 90% of the leagues personalities, he welcomed anyone with a mouth to have some.

He does not care what you have to say; he is better than you, he is smarter than you. Richard Sherman is a competitor and the unquestioned spokesman for the “Legion of Boom” Seahawk’s secondary.

The average NFL fan should be able to tell you before all of this happened that Sherman was one of the best players in the league. A top-tier shutdown corner-back, that is so coveted in today’s pass happy league full of premier, genetically altered, mutants at the wide receiver position.

 I believe that outside of quarterback, there is no tougher position in the league than playing corner-back.

Understand, Richard Sherman is a competitor first, and a trash-talker second. The rivalry that exist between the 49ers and the Seahawks is complimented by the personal rivalry between wide receiver Michael Crabtree and Sherman.

That rivalry reached a tipping point on that particular play that sent Seattle to its second Super Bowl appearance in franchise history.  It was do or die, Crabtree or Sherman, one on one.

So tell me, how does an ultra- competitor like Sherman contain himself after defeating his bitter rival in the biggest game of his career after making the biggest play of his career? Well, he doesn’t. A personality that big can’t be put in a cage, it can’t be silenced. Many claim that he should have taken “the high road”, but he opted for the autobahn.  The young man is who he is, and you will know about him.

This invigorating injection of spirit and undeniable love for the game seems to make people uneasy, and many consider his bold manner to be “unprofessional”.  I am not one of those people.

It is quite refreshing to see some showmanship out of the NFL again.  Humility can be so overrated.  That being said, I hope the Broncos rip the ‘Hawks limb for limb.  If no. 25 has it his way though, I’ll have no answer when he ask, “You mad bro?”


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