Since Ochocinco has been banished to the Tom and Bill Show in Foxboro, the NFL has been without a ridiculously dumb wide receiver all season. And yes, I say dumb because that’s the only explanation for what comes out of that guys mouth. And to be honest, I was kind of upset that I had no one to entertain me this year.
Enter Brandon Marshall. Officially diagnosed with a personality disorder earlier this year, Marshall has officially killed off his former persona, The Beast, the nickname Ron Jaworski gave him years ago in Denver. As of Thursday afternoon at 3:30 p.m., Brandon “Formerly known as BEAST” Marshal is now: The Monster.
That’s not even the best part; I give the mic to B. Marshall himself:
”I don’t know what you guys think, if you’ll still call me The Beast or if you think I’m washed up,” Marshall said in a group interview. “I consider myself a monster now. If you see a beast, you should run because the beast is really scary. I don’t want to be that anymore. You think of ‘monster,’ you know it’s like a little nightmare. You should be scared, you should run, but at the end of the day he’s not going to hurt you. I consider myself a monster now, and I’m going to play that way on Monday night.”
You’re right, this is a nightmare. So, a Monster is better than a Beast because a Beast is really scary and you should run from a Beast. A Monster is a little nightmare, and you should be scared of the Monster, you should run from a Monster, but you don’t because you know that the Monster isn’t gunna do shit.
Have fun tonight with this headache, NY Jets.