Muffed Punt
In a boring and flat divisonal game between the Baltimore Ravens and the “power house” offense Cincinnati Bengals, Chad Ocho Cinco had one catch for twenty two yards. Which begs the question: why does anyone even care what his name is if he can’t make plays? I’ll give it to 85 for trying to have fun with the last name thing, but to go to the extent of legally changing your name is a bit much. Maybe instead of 
taking all this time to go down to the court house and change his name, Stink-O could practice a few passing plays with QB Carson Palmer. I know people love his antics, but not all his TD celebrations were great; remember last year when he scored a touchdown and ran to the sidelines to put on his “future hall of famer” jacket…man that was stupid. Not to mention every time he’s interviewed, Chad refers to himself in the third person.
Last summer, Chad Ocho Cinco was asked to be a guest analyst on NFL network, but he just used his time to cry to the cameras about wanting out of Cincinnati. What’s worse is the Bengals didn’t trade him, instead they 
pretended like nothing happened; now the offense is out of sync. I wonder why? Maybe because the team hates this guy; he’s like an annoying family member that you can’t stand, or an ex-girlfriend who is in your circle of friends that you can never get away from. I’ve got a name for you Chad…the “human distraction”, and until the Bengals figure out that they’re better off without him, Cincinnati will struggle. So my advice to you Chad… “Suck Less!” (suggested by an anonymous commenter).
