Richard Sherman sounds REAL crazy complainin’ about his job bruh! “Cut It”

"I do sound crazy don't I bruh? Like REAL crazy!"

Dennis Prager, the radio talk show host, once said, “Complaining not only ruins everybody else’s day, it ruins the complainer’s day, too. The more we complain, the more unhappy we get.” Stephen Hawking, the theoretical physicist, gave it to us like this, “People won’t have time for you if you are always angry or complaining.” Then the sales guru himself, Zig Ziglar, the sales guru, broke it down like a playa at a pimp convention when he spit, “Be grateful for what you have and stop complaining – it bores everybody else, does you no good, and doesn’t solve any problems.”

Well playas…these NFL cats kill me complainin’ about how bad the work conditions are. Will somebody please tell Richard Sherman to stop whinin’ about how bad the job is because they’ve got to play on Thursday night? This dun has THEE nerve to stand up in front of real live human beings and complain about his job. On Tuesday he addressed the media and actually said this foolishness!

“Poopfest. It’s terrible! We got home like 1 o’clock in the morning, something like that on Monday and then you’ve got to play again. Congratulations, NFL, you did it again. But they’ve been doing it all season, so I guess we’re the last ones to get the middle finger.”

Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! Ole boy has a 4 year $56 million contract that had an $11M signin’ bonus with $40M of it guaranteed over the life of the contract. His average salary bruh, under this deal is $14M and he’s makin’$12.5M this year!!

Yo Rich!!! In my O.T. Genasis voice,  “You need to cut it!” You’re livin’ in the land of Oz after the Wicked Witch has been killed. Do you realize that there are people out here workin’ far more dangerous jobs than yours makin’ peanuts relative to the type of bread you’re gettin’?

I grew up in Gary, IN. where darn near EVERYBODY’S daddy worked in the steel mills. I was fortunate that mine didn’t.  Boyz were gettin’ their arms and legs cut off, gettin’ lung cancer and some of my friends dad’s were actually killed up in that joint.

So don’t waste hard workin’ people’s time hollerin’ about how bad you’ve got it when you stand to make $12.5 freakin’ million this year. Duns were dyin’ in the mill for less than 50 racks and you’re mad you’ve gotta work on Thursday? Get out of here bruh! You’ve got two options; play and make a darn king’s ransom or not play, get a regular job and make a normal livin’! Whatever that will be for your degree but I’ll GUARANTEE that it won’t be $12.5 million!!

And please stop hollerin’ about the owners only havin’ these Thursday night games because of the revenue that they’re generatin’. It’s called doin’ business playboy and you and your homeboys are the product. Get over it or own a darn team.

Is it fair? You darn right it’s fair playa! Why? Because you can’t make $12.5 million a year or get $40M GUARANTEED for doin’ anything else. So while you’re complainin’ think about the duns workin’ in the coal mines, steel mills, auto factories and the darn police and firemen that deal with far more dangerous foolishness than havin’ to turn around early on a short week and go back to work on Thursday. You got wind in your jaws and you’re gonna make darn near a million dollars this week to play a stupid game. Stop me when I start lyin’!

Playas Thesaurus: 

1) Spit: verb – to say

2) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, etc. It’s whoever I’m talkin’ about and its non-gender specific.

3) Wind in the jaws: verb – to have an attitude about something. To be upset.

The caption under the photo isn’t real but its REAL talk!