Cleo Lemon is not happy. He thinks the Dolphins would have won had he been in there Sunday instead of John Beck.
Cleo Lemon watched from the sideline at dreary Lincoln Financial Field and imagined himself guiding the Dolphins on a crucial touchdown drive and maybe, just maybe, a victory…He held the job four games and lost every one, but he felt he could have made the difference in Philadelphia, where rookie John Beck made his NFL debut…
When asked to assess Beck’s debut, Lemon declined.
"I'm not going to talk about anybody else's performance," Lemon said. "I can't speak on their performance. I can only speak on what I can give to this team. I feel like I can give a lot to this team, but when decisions are made you just have to play your role." After the game, Beck remained in his shoulder pads and at his locker to soak in [Trent] Green's counsel after many Dolphins had showered, dressed and headed for the bus. Lemon was nowhere to be seen.
Cleo Lemon thinks he could have made a difference in the Philly game? Why the fuck would he think that? What the fuck? It’s like going to a deli and ordering a fresh turkey on wheat with lettuce, tomato and a hint of Dijon mustard and getting a raisin and toenail sandwich instead. It makes no goddamed sense.
I understand Cleo is a competitor and that every competitor should believe in himself and want to be in the game and try really hard and all that crap. But that’s just shit you tell the fat kid who you ended up with on your kick-ball team. Suck is suck. Try as hard as you want, you’re still gonna suck. Just the way it is.
Does Cleo realize he was abhorrent when he played in five games for us this season? And does he realize that he was never meant to be the long-term solution down here? And does he realize the last thing an 0-10 team needs is a whining, sulking douchebag who refuses to help the young, inexperienced rookie? And can I ask any more rhetorical questions?
Cleo had more than his fair share at the controls. The plane crashed. It crashed three times. Then after crashing for the forth time, the pilot said “Meh, fuck it. Let’s try it again,” took off and crashed again. That’s it. End of the Cleo Lemon era. Thank you very much.
Holy cock bags the rash of bad quarterbacks over the years down here have been like a pestilence.
