There are plenty of temptations for guys in their early 20s, just out of college, and suddenly wealthy. Actually, you don't have to be recently graduated or rich, just in your 20s. But it's only news when professional athletes get in trouble. Like, for example, former Ohio State offensive lineman Alex Boone, who was expecting to hear his name called on draft weekend in late April until, well, he got drunk off his ass and lost his mind.

It's not that Laurinaitis is a bad player. He's not. He flows well sideline-to-sideline and if you don't get a blocker on him he will find you and tackle you. He's good on his zone drops, too. But what he is not is an all-conquering "animal" -- ha! -- that can destroy you by idly considering ways in which he would like your head to implode. Nor does he have hypno-toad eyes which force quarterbacks to throw the ball directly to him, copious evidence from last year be damned. But don't tell this to Brent Musberger, whose orgasmic rendition of the James Laurinaitis show in this year's Texas-Ohio State matchup established the middle linebacker as the country's best... for some reason. Never mind that Texas wasn't actually that good at running the ball last year or that Colt McCoy was still in freshman embryo mode and was reduced mostly to checkdowns and screens. By the time these facts became clear, it was too late: the legend of Laurinaitis was born.
























