“Dear Jets: Please let me back on the plantation. I miss it so. But I cannot promise I won’t misbehave. Love, Colin.”
Colin, listen carefully.
Your NFL Career is over. You are locker room poison. No team wants the huge baggage from hiring you. You gave drastically priced yourself out of the market. If you went to the Jets with your hat in your hand, promised to shut up and not cause waves, and accepted the league minimum (which is more than many Americans earn in a lifetime) perhaps 600 grand would be worth it to them. But you’re not able to do so. Your extravagant lifestyle prohibits it.
You haven’t been on the field in a game in six years. Surely your BA in Business Management would tell you that any product that hasn’t has any buyers in six years is done for.
Here’s a suggestion: Do what washed up athletes do, and get a job. Make something. Lead a productive adult life.
Your time in the NFL is over. The very most you can hope for is a gig in the XFL, but your ego wont allow you to take such a demotion.
You were a serviceable player at the end. Not horrible but not great. But your mouth talked you out of a job. You cant go calling an entire industry “racists” and “slave owners” and expect gainful employment. THAT’s just silly.
Your 15 minutes of fame were up 5 years ago. Time to go gently into that good night.