Poor, poor Big Ben. He might be brain-damaged because of all the concussions that he took because he holds the ball too long waiting for his receivers to get open. Or he might just be a mega-millionaire who thinks he can treat women like dirt because, well, he’s a rich jock. One of the money quotes from a Sports Illustrated article, after the article spent valuable minutes trying to persuade readers that he is the victim of brain damage:
“Granted, Roethlisberger’s conduct might also sound a lot like a description of a man in his 20s with a $102 million contract who is a deity in the town where he lives and plays. Michelle Rouda, 24, used to work in the VIP section at the Pittsburgh bar Margarita Mamas and remembers years ago the first time she saw Roethlisberger: “He ordered a bottle of Patron,” she recalls, “and I looked up at him and he was chugging it standing on a table and there were all these girls reaching up to him and he was dumping tequila on people.” It doesn’t take a cubist’s imagination to see how something short of brain damage might alter the rules of social engagement just a tad for someone in Roethlisberger’s position.”
I’m going to go out on a limb here and officially declare that Big Ben is a lout who is rich and thinks that he can do and say anything to women that he wants and nobody will say or do a damn thing about it. That’s just me though. What do you think?