As you may have noticed last night, Javon Walker didn't suit up, didn't do a damned thing. How does any player with heartbeat for football skip a home opener on Monday night against his former team who trashed him? That shows no heart. A sore hamstring? Skip practice, put some Ban-Gay on the damn thing and take some Advil and MAN THE FUCK UP! Shawne Merriman, not one of my favorite people in the league, had two blown ligaments and really needed to shut it down and get his knee re-built. What did he do? He said no, I'm going to risk everything to see if I can go. He rolled it out there for a game, played as hard as he could and then after having a chance to evaluate that performance concluded he didn't have it, he wasn't doing himself or the team any good and then he shut it down. You know why? Because he has cajones and he has heart. He wants to be a football player, not some punk who hoses crowds in Vegas nightclubs with $1,000 bottles of champagne.
The Javon Walker situation presents Lane Kiffin with an opportunity to lead. Sit his ass down, leave him inactive, wearing street clothes and a towel over his head on the sidelines. Make him declare that he wants to play, that he's ready to man up and send a message to everyone in that locker room that guys who don't want to play won't play. Then you'll find out who the football players are.
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