Originally Posted by Jules Winnfield
sounds like, doesnt mean he is. What are the chances he shoots ups a club and paralyzes someone?
He's worth the risk. Its not like contracts are guaranteed.
His talent is real. His potential to possibly commit a crime isnt.
You do know that every day he hands his car over to a handler who drives it away, leaving him without a vehicle (in a condominium complex full of retired elderly)...then the handler brings his car to him in the morning so he can get to his workouts...all so that he won't go out and fall into trouble.
You know that, right? It's in an ESPN The Magazine article.
Don't get me wrong, he's got talent. And people who live on the edge in real life tend to live on the edge on the field...and that can make for dynamic playmakers on Sundays. But he would be a constantly monitored player for us. And that Dez Bryant is openly adamant
that he's the best player in the draft no matter what anybody says about his problems...well, yeah...it's problematic to say the least.
"A lot of great players in this draft but @Mathieu_Era is the best player in the draft," Bryant tweeted. "You can say whatever you want about him #gamechanger. - Dez Bryant
From the article:
He moved to Florida by himself five months before the NFL draft, hoping to scrub his life clean of temptation, and all that remains is a Spartan daily schedule that hangs on his wall: A beach run or walk after dawn. Some lifting at the gym before lunch. A deep-tissue massage in the early afternoon. Then a two-hour workout with a training group of former college players in the Florida heat.
By 4 p.m. Mathieu is usually back at his antiseptic apartment in Delray Beach, a one-bedroom stucco in a gated community of retirees, with manicured palm trees and a swimming pool. The place is filled with white New Englanders who are there for the winter. He has yet to meet any of them. "I think they might be scared of me or something," he says.
One afternoon in early spring, Mathieu returns to the apartment and drops his workout gear on the floor. His agent found the place for him and rented it fully stocked. There are paintings of seashells on the walls and pink and purple beach towels hanging on a rack by the entrance. "I never use any of this," Mathieu says. "It's like being in a hotel." He has never lived by himself, so he asks his girlfriend at LSU to email him grocery lists of foods that are easy to prepare. Now the fridge is filled with frozen mashed potatoes, a 50-pack of hot dogs, Kraft cheese, peanut butter and Popsicles.
His main problems in Florida are loneliness and boredom. Counselors and therapists instructed him to end relationships with people who added to his stress and triggered his addiction, which turned out to be most of them, so he has changed his cellphone number twice in the past three months to avoid old high school and college friends. He avoids text messages from the mother who gave him up for adoption a lifetime ago and the uncle who took him in. He's tired, he says, of the family members who have repeatedly disappointed him and want only his validation and time, if not his money. He's done giving at his own expense. "All that drama and negativity just drags on me," he says.
One of his old college teammates, quarterback Jordan Jefferson, is also training in Delray Beach, but Mathieu has kept his distance. (Jefferson, Mathieu and two other ex-Tigers were arrested in October 2012 on drug-related charges.) Mathieu prefers to pass the time alone by obsessively washing his car, even though he rarely drives it. The clubs of South Beach are less than an hour away, and Mathieu thinks it is too tempting to have his car nearby at night. "I'd rather be trapped here without having to think about it," he says, so after dark he lends the car to his agent's assistant, who drives it away, then brings it back each morning before Mathieu's first workout.
When the assistant leaves with the car, Mathieu grabs a Popsicle from his fridge and turns the flat-screen TV to the History Channel. He has always been contemplative -- sometimes, according to his counselors at LSU, too pensive for his own good. Other college kids make their mistakes and move on; Mathieu would obsess about blown coverages and light a blunt. Regret became self-hatred and anger, which became depression, which became days of sleeping 14 hours and missing class to smoke weed in his apartment with the shades drawn.
"I like trying to understand why things happen," he says. "I want to know the root causes."
The show on TV is about a Civil War general charged with treason. Mathieu grabs the remote and punches up the volume.
"What the hell?" Mathieu says. "What made him do that? What made this dude go wrong?"
When this guy gets a nice payday, and he's "In the NFL" all of a sudden, I just don't know at the end of the day if he's mature enough to keep things squared away and be a great player. SEEMS like he's trying, sure, but things get magnified when a guy enters the NFL. Scenery changes. Change can be bad for certain personalities. A lot of risk there, IMO. Huge reward, but a lot of risk.