Bad Boy Bud

You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy!

The owner of an NFL football team flipping the “middle finger” to fans.

That’s the story sweeping the NFL as Bud Adams, owner of the Tennessee Titans, gyrated in his luxury box at LP Field and flipped off everyone within a six mile radius.

Men, Women, Kids, Ushers, Terrell Owens.

Anyone and everyone could have been watching the artful dodger of disrespect thrust his middle finger into the bright blue Tennessee Sky.

Bad Boy Bud obviously didn’t give a damn.

Does he not realize that every fan below him in the plebeian, beer soaked stench of LP Field is armed with a camera phone?

Did the old dude not realize that his Irish jig of inappropriateness would be captured by someone and quickly broadcast across the global spectrum of embarrassment.

Note to Bud: “It Ain’t 1973 anymore!”

I don’t think the Billionaire gives a rat’s ass.

He’s rich and old and perhaps a bit arrogant. He wields his middle fingers in public like Clint Eastwood pulling a six shooter in a bad spaghetti Western.

Bad Boy Bud is 86 years old. He tucks his neck flab into the over-sized collar of his french dress shirts. He brushes his teeth with caviar and polishes his shoes with the sweat of small children. He is old and rich and perhaps even losing his mind.

How else can you explain an old man with a bad comb over standing in front of the people, that made him rich, and extending a double barrelled “F” you sign.

For his efforts, the NFL fined Bad Boy a whopping $250,000.

So what!

I bet Bad Boy Bud can see the white light at the end of the tunnel. What does he care? A 250,000 dollar slap on the wrist? That’s like you and me getting a parking ticket. It’s an inconvenience, but does it really stop you from double parking again?

Adams has since issued this statement:

“I NEED TO APOLOGIZE FOR MY ACTIONS YESTERDAY NEAR THE END OF THE GAME. I GOT CAUGHT UP IN THE EXCITEMENT OF A GREAT DAY, BUT I DO REALIZE THAT THOSE TYPES OF THINGS SHOULDN’T HAPPEN. I NEED TO SPECIFICALLY APOLOGIZE TO THE BILLS, THEIR FANS, OUR FANS AND THE NFL. I OBVIOUSLY HAVE A GREAT DEAL OF RESPECT FOR RALPH WILSON AND THE HISTORY WE HAVE SHARED.
I ALSO UNDERSTAND THERE WILL PROBABLY BE LEAGUE DISCIPLINE FOR MY ACTIONS AND I WILL ACCEPT THOSE.”

It’s crazy to even think that Bud Adams was awake while this written. Some P.R. firm in an ivory tower quickly typed this sad sack statement and released it to CNN and ESPN and all the other purveyors of information dissemination.

I am still trying to figure out what possessed this billionaire wild car to conduct himself so stupidly.

The commissioner of the NFL was reportedly a guest in his suite. Did he do this with the Commish in attendance? Did he ask what the fine would be when he did it? It’s really hard to imagine a man of so much stature and relevance doing something so idiotic.

Here is what I wanted to yell: “Hey Bud, what the hell’s pissing you off so badly anyway?”

How bad could his day be?

First of all, the guy is loaded! There are more zeroes in his bank account than bed bugs in a hooker’s hair net.

His Titans beat the the crap out of the Buffalo Bills. It’s a beautiful day. He’s probably drinking expensive wine and flossing his teeth with hundred dollar bills. What’s so bad Buddy Boy that you stand at the window ledge and extend your middle fingers for all to see?

Tennessee Governor Phil Bredesen reportedly witnessed the fatuous behavior and had this to say:

“I heard,like I say I heard about that this morning. I stopped by there yesterday afternoon because the commissioner was up there and I had not met him and he wanted me to meet the commissioner. And I just thank my lucky stars that I was not sitting there at the time.”

Bud if you are going to walk into the light, then go with grace and dignity. Untuck your neck from your collar and get a big boy haircut.

And above all else, holster those middle fingers.

One day they might hurt someone.

And that is crazy.