Yikes. This has all been plastered all over the web-o-spheres, but really, how stupid is Chris Culliver? Here’s a guy who, on the verge of the biggest game of his young career, spouts anti-gay remarks to a Howard Stern employee on tape. Ooops. He follows that with a supremely shitty game.
The ice was thin at that point, but he did the necessary percerption-is-reality speech and vowed to spend a month hanging out at the Stud to immerse himself in the gay community and maybe figure out how to cover a tight end coming out of the backfield. Wink wink.
On his way back to respectability, he managed to blow his knee out early last training camp, and thus was lost for the season. He kept his nose clean and was on his way back to his under-the-radar status, and inheriting a starting spot at CB, what with Tarell Brown scooting across the Bay Bridge for Oaktown, and Carlos Rogers being given his outright release. However, last Friday morning, he managed to hit a bicyclist on Seventh Ave in San Hozay, and proceeded to flee the scene. In his attempted flee he clipped another car and was eventually cornered by a concerned citizen who witnessed the hit-and-run. For his concern, the citizen was then threatened to get the shit beat out of him by our (anti) hero with a pair of brass knuckles if he didn’t get out of his way. The cops arrived, and I guess Chris figured it was time to cut his losses, as you don’t bring brass knuckles to a gun fight.
Aside the societal ramifications of football players who think they are somehow bigger than the world they live in, Culliver isn’t a good enough corner to recieve the rope that a guy like Aldon Smith got (hey Aldon! Check out MY gun collection!!). So, he’s likey on a one-way ticket to Pac-Man Jonestown. A couple years spent in purgatory (with a 3 month stint in the Santa Rita Correctional Facility), and some serious image rehab. More often than not, these guys do mend their ways, at least perceptually (which is all that matters to Goodie Goodell), but other times you end up like Art Schichter. Doin’ hard time after running a gambling ring in the early 80s, and now a ticket-selling scam where he pocketed millions to gamble with.