David Carr’s gone. He’sinked a deal
with the Carolina Panthers. So you’d think that all involved with the travesty that has been the Houston Texans would just move on and leave well enough alone.
But you would think wrong. Apparently, the Chron and David Carr are going through a nasty split on par with Fleetwood Mac. They just can’t separate and go their own ways. They have to separate and keep on talking about it.
Flash back to last week. David Carr greets the Charlotte media for one of those hey-let’s-meet-the-new-guy-and-ask-him-softball-questions type of things. You know, like the Chron does with Drayton McLane. And Carr, being Carr, is nice, polite, and answers all of their questions. He speaks about how nice his new teammates are. And about how he’ll be attending all of the mini-camps. It’s just the standard banality that comes out of any press conference.
But when he’s asked about Houston and his experience with the Texans, he feels compelled to answer the questions. He says that he’s going to appreciate a year with no quarterback controversy. And he says it will be nice to play behind a good offensive line. And that all he wants to do is win, even if he has to sit on the bench. He says that he needed a change from Houston. He’s very nice throughout. He doesn’t insult anyone. He doesn’t trash his teammates or the organization. He’s professional.
This isn’t good enough for the Chron’s Jerome Solomon. Carr just “doesn’t get it and, sadly he probably never will,” he writes in his blog. Solomon calls Carr out. Calls him weak. A joke. Says that he’s worthless. Solomon challenges the whole quarterback controversy thing, writing: “Does [Carr] have a memory problem, or did I? Just when did the Texans bring in a quarterback that produced a quarterback controversy?” I guess that Solomon didn’t bother to read the Chronicle last season, or to listen to any of the sports talk shows. Otherwise, I’m sure he would’ve known of the existence of the QB greatness that is Sage Rosenfels.
Now, I’m truly sick of this whole Carr thing. But I’ve got to say that I enjoy the whole Fleetwood Mac-ness of the thing.
The Chron’s Solomon is like Lindsey Buckingham taking aim at Stevie Nicks. “Loving you, isn’t the right thing to do,” Solomon seems to be saying. “You can go your own way,” he seems to be writing. Buckingham just couldn’t quietly let Nicks go. He had to berate her, to show his anger. And Solomon just can’t let Carr go. He’s got to embarrass Carr, to call him out.
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And Carr’s like Stevie Nicks. “Now here you go,” Carr seems to be saying, “You want your freedom. Well who am I to keep you down.” Carr’s trying to do the classy thing. He’s giving the Chron and Solomon their freedom while he’s looking to the future. Just as Stevie Nicks tried to take the high road with Lindsey Buckingham.
Fleetwood Mac emerged from the shattered wreckage of the Buckingham/Nicks relationship – as well as the wreckage of the McVie’s relationship. But I’m not so about Carr and the Chron. Carr’s given the Chron the freedom for which it has yearned, yet Solomon just can’t seem to go his own way.
This is going to get uglier. Especially in the week before the Texans and Panther play each other. And I’m going to be there watching. Just like that rubbernecker at the ten-car pile-up. I’m going to be there reading as the Chron and Solomon tell me sweet little lies about Carr and feed me second-hand news on the Monday morning after the game.
I’ll be there. Soaking it all in. Just hoping that I don’t go insane, like I always do. -- John Royal