Exile of the Week: Chad Ochocinco

Better late than never. Our week three exile honoree is none other than Chad Ochocinco. I’ve had enough. Don’t get me wrong, I like big “personalities” tastefully mixed into my sports fan experience. Having more fun playing the game is a trend that needs to re-emerge across the board. But this guy’s gone from bringing a little extra spice to the endzone to dousing everything he does with habanero-infused ridiculousness.

Last year, he’s skipping workouts, talking about why he’s going to play or not play…where he’s going to play or not play…how much much he cares about playing or not playing. Then there was the whole name change thing which, frankly, was something I never really took seriously. Now, I’m listening to veteran NFL reporters referring to the man by his new name — and doing so with a sense of utter bewilderment.

More recently, Chad tweeted the world about his three shiny new face tattoos (never a good sign, see: Marbury, Stephon and Tyson, Mike). And, now, the Ocho (apparently swept up in an all-consuming lovefest with Carson Palmer) is off yapping about how the Bungles are playoff-bound in 2009. Who knows, maybe he’ll be right. However, for now we’d like it a whole lot if some could just pour Ochocinco a giant glass of shut-the-f-up — or just exile him.