This week's Meast is Darrent Williams of the Broncos. No jokes this time. Williams doesn't get this honor just out of sympathy. He was a really good player whose energy on the field popped right off the TV screen. It's no coincidence Champ Bailey had his finest season playing opposite Williams.
If I hear one more person ask, "Hey, what was he even doing at a club that night?" I'll hit them in the face with a pint glass. Williams just saw his season end in the toughest way possible. Was he supposed to sit at home and play fucking Uno? No. He's supposed to go out with some friends, grab some drinks, and maybe even try to get laid. There's no better way to achieve catharsis. I think everyone has a right to do that and not have to worry about some prick going O-Dog on them.
So here's to Darrent Williams: a good player and a good guy who was killed just trying to have a good time. Meanwhile, Ray Lewis still walks the Earth. What bullshit.