“It’s
over: Two
words…Three vowels…Four consonants…Seven letters. It can either cut you open to the core,
leaving you in ungodly pain…or it can free your soul and lift a tremendous
weight off your shoulders” –Maggi
Richard
Dear Landry:
This letter is to inform you that I no
longer wish to continue our relationship.
Yes, that’s right…I’m breaking up. Yes, I realize that we've done this before,
but this time it’s different, this time it’s for real. This time, we won't be making-up, nor will there be any begging to get back together. There won't be any couple’s therapy, or QB camp,
nor any extra time spent watching film. I won’t be changing my mind, nor will I be having
a change of heart. The bridge is burnt,
the curtain has dropped and the fat lady has sung. This manic, rollercoaster ride we’ve been on for the last three years has just
came to a screeching f-ing halt…in fact…I’m surprised The Purple Wildcat out
front of Gaylord Memorial Stadium didn’t tell you. Yes, Landry….this thing
between you and me…it’s over.
I’m sorry that it's come to this, I really am. I haven’t had to break up with an OU quarterback
since I left Eric Moore for Justin Fuente back in 1997...but I am just too
unhappy to go on like this anymore. Truth
be told, I had secretly wished for you to turn pro after last season so the possibility of something like this wouldn’t exist…but you didn’t. Once I
heard the news that you were returning, I'll admit that I was more excited
than I was disappointed. Maybe I thought
I'd miss you, or that I'd be unable to replace you with someone I cared about…I
don’t know exactly why, but I let myself fall for you again. That was obviously
a big mistake. Just like that 39 game
home winning streak we use to have...this thing between you and me…it’s over.
I apologize for
airing our dirty laundry in print…I would've preferred to just scream
obscenities at you anonymously from the stands or maybe call into one of the
sports radio talk show as “Bobby from Bixby” and rant about how much you
suck like most normal OU fans do…but I'm just too upset, to emotional. Maybe I just needed you to know how
disappointed I am…or maybe I thought a public break up might serve as some sort
of exorcism- or maybe the reason I’m writing this letter is that I needed a
forum in which to ask you the following question: how is it even f-ing possible
for a fifth year senior to play as shitty as you did last Saturday night? Just
like the unbeaten series record we use to have against Baylor….this thing
between you and me…it’s over.
I remember when
we first met. It was in Dallas…September
of 2009 and we were playing BYU in the season opener. I was seeing Heisman Trophy winner Sam
Bradford at the time. Sam and I had been
together for two years and I thought we were in a really good place; but unfortunately,
unbeknownst to me, our relationship would soon become more than he could shoulder. With Sam lying on the Cowboy Stadium turf, your
image was suddenly flashed onto the giant Jumbotron. The shock of realizing that you were going into
the game, combined with the panic of trying to find your helmet gave your eyes
a look normally found on a deer…right before it becomes a hood ornament. You were so young, so naive…nothing more than
a baby faced QB from New Mexico with a big arm and a horribly bad 70’s porn
mustache. Looking back, I guess you could say the porn ‘stache was a
sign….cause Landry you have been screwing us ever since. Landry…just like The Beatles, typewriters,
pay phones, soap-on-a-rope and demands for your autograph …this thing between
you and me…it’s over.
Look, I know I'm
not without fault here. I realize now
that in the beginning I was so enamored with your cannon of an arm, that I
was willing to overlook other things…things that would eventually become fatal
to our long term relationship. Your poor
footwork, your inability or unwillingness to look off safeties and your dreadful
play on the road were all things that I guess I thought would change. I thought
you'd grow up. I assumed that you'd learn from your previous failures.
I held onto the hope that one day the light would come on for you…and
when it did, you'd lead us to the Promised Land. Yo, Landry…I’ve been to Shreveport my man…and
it ain’t the Promised Land. I believed
in you, defended you to my friends…but after Saturday night…just like our national title dreams, the disco era, & RJ
Washington’s NFL career, this thing between you and me…it’s over.
“Can you ever remember a time when we
couldn’t stand to be apart, a time when we enjoyed every single moment that we
were together?” - Yep, me neither
Look, don’t get
me wrong…I’m not saying that we didn’t ever have a good time or a great moment
together…cause we did…But even the good times and great moments that you were
able to cook up from time to time, too often were accompanied with an
unnecessary side order of trauma or drama that was hard to swallow. For example: In 2010 you threw for 468 yards
and 4 TD’s to beat OSU in Stillwater. But it took a liter of Crown Royal that
night to help me digest the fact that you also threw 3 INT’s, including one
that was returned for a TD that almost cost us the game. Yes, you won a BCS Bowl game…which is a pretty big deal when you take into
consideration that neither of OU’s Heisman Trophy winning QB’s can make that
claim. In fact, not since Nate Hybl gave
me Roses in 2003 had a QB done that for me…but again, you even made winning
that 2010 Fiesta Bowl harder than it needed to be. That pick 6 you threw just before
half allowed an overmatched UConn team to hang around in the game way longer
than they should've. Then in 2011, with our backs against the
wall and the Seminole war chant ringing in our ears, you took us the length of
the field to win on the road in Tallahassee. It was a great drive and a great
win, but it was made necessary in part because of the two INT’s you'd thrown earlier
in the game.
But Landry…I
challenge anyone that doesn’t require a dog and a stick to cross a busy street,
to find one positive thing about your performance last Saturday night. The best thing I can come up with is that it
might actually of been the most consistent you have been in a game your
entire career. From Star Spangle Banner to ‘Please
Drive Home Safely’ you truly sucked. But amongst all the stupid shit you
did Saturday night, there is one moment that to me, will forever be your
signature Sooner QB moment…and the moment that I knew…just like Milli Vanilli, New Coke, The
Berlin Wall and John Travolta’s heterosexual status…this thing between you and
me….it’s over.
The score was
3-0 OU…it was third and long…you were deep in your own territory…You dropped
back…you had time…you made your reads…and decided nobody was open. This is where a younger,
inexperienced 2010 Landry Jones might've made a game changing mistake...but
this was no young, inexperienced Landry…This was 2012 fifth year senior Landry…the
four year starter Landry…this Landry has been in this type situation before and
learned from it….right Landry? Hello?
…we
interrupt this 2012 bone-head Landry Jones moment….in order to flashback to
this 2010 Landry Jones bone-head moment…
Surely you know what situation I am
talking about…2010, Cotton
Bowl, Texas Longhorns, OU winning 28-20, 3rd and long, deep in your own
territory. Anything ring a bell yet?
Ok…you drop back
to throw…you have time, but nobody is open so you start to waddle to your right
like a fat girl headed to the turkey leg line. I scream NO please don’t, you
hold the ball out like its water for a marathon runner, I scream NO again only
louder with an obscenity attached, then too nobody’s surprise but yours, you're caught and hit near your own goal line.
Remember now?
I scream
&%#*, you fumble, I scream &%#* again only louder, and then watch in horror as the five Longhorns
who gang tackled you, lunge toward the ball. Amazingly, it somehow rolls out of
bounds. I pound down some Crown and give a nod of thanks to God above and start
the process of apologizing to all those around me that deserve one, which is ¾ of
section 24. Catastrophe is adverted, your life is spared, we win the game and I
go drink with my friend Big Tex. Anything?
I guess the fact that you don’t remember makes sense, because if you had remembered then you might of learned from it. If you had, then maybe you'd have done what you were
supposed to do when you found yourself in such an eerily similar situation
Saturday night. What you should have
done was throw the ball to Bill and Eileen
Wickersham. The Wickersham’s live in Guthrie where they raise two kids, run a
small business and attend the First Baptist Church on most Sunday’s. They also
happen to sit in seats 6 & 7 on the 16th row of section 32
during OU home games…section 32 is located on the east side of the stadium…and
most importantly, it is at least 30 yards from the nearest KSU defender.
But you didn’t
throw the ball to the nice people from Guthrie did you Landry? Instead, you
decide to ‘roll out and try to make
something happen.’ There are so many
things wrong about this choice that it makes my head hurt. First
of all, you’re not the f-ing Make a
Wish Foundation, so quit trying to ‘make
something happen’. Making something happen is what redshirt freshman do
right before they get benched. Secondly, you run like you should have
a Jerry Lewis hosted telethon named after you. I could be wrong, but rarely would I think it a good idea for people whose forty yard dash times are recorded with
a sun dial, to try and use speed as a way to avoid crisis, but that’s just my
opinion. Third and most importantly,
is the fact that you've done this kind of thing before and should've known
better than to try and do it again.
But clearly you
never learn and you’re never going to change because…You waddle to your right
like a Kardashian girl chasing a camera…all the while holding the ball like you’re
allergic to it. Before I can even cuss
you, you've been sacked. One cue, you fumble…on cue, I spew Crown Royal. The 14 K-State players surrounding the ball
play rock-paper-scissors to determine who gets to score the easiest TD in
Wildcats history. I start dialing
American Airlines to cancel the plane tickets I recently bought to Morgantown…just like pet rocks, answering machines,
Dick Clark and OU’s top 10 ranking…this thing between you and me….it’s over.
Landry…you and I…we
just aren’t a good match. When it comes
to making good decisions at crucial moments, it’s like you turn into Charlie
Sheen in a helmet and shoulder pads. Look, I like Charlie Sheen, been known to
do an imitation or two of him myself from time to time…but I don’t want a
relationship with the guy. Maybe even that would be all right if I were
equipped with the proper anger management skills necessary to handle you’re
never ending bone head mistakes like an adult….but I’m not. The bottom line is that after last Saturday
night, I don’t trust you anymore. It was
one thing to act like an idiot when you were young and playing on the road…but now as a red-shirt senior you've brought that brain-dead shit into
our home…and that…I can’t and won’t tolerate.
Hell, come to
think of it, Charlie Sheen would be a better choice at QB than you Landry…at
least he is winning.
Landry, just like this Dear John Letter…you
and me….it’s
over.
Just the Opinion of One Mildly Interested
Guy
The Overweight Armchair Sooner