Throughout most of his career, I’ve loathed Terrell Owens. Arrogant, dismissive, throws his quarterbacks under the bus. Truly dislike the man and everything he stands for as a me-first football player.
That said, the guy’s put together one helluva season.
People talk about Calvin Johnson, Roddy White, Dez Bryant, Andre Johnson, etc. But, if you put it all together, no one has been better this season than the Bengals’ Owens, who turns 37 in two weeks. His numbers are terrific: Entering tonight, T.O. had 62 catches for 897 yards and eight touchdowns. He blocks. He runs great routes. He hasn’t complained, even as his quarterback—the once-incredible Carson Palmer—has turned into David Klingler. I mean, is anyone else watching Palmer tonight vs. the Jets? He’s brutally bad, and even when he’s good he’s bad. Owens, however, has been phenomenal.
Do I suddenly like him? No. But on a team with no hope, he’s played hard and well.
Kudos.
