First Eric Wright, then Mark Sanchez and now Snoop Dogg gets arrested. The list continues to grow for USC football players in trouble. What's going on Trojans? Stay out of the hot water. Lendale, quit eating. Reggie, tell your parents to just wait!
Now, granted Snoop never played much. He was way way down the depth chart behind all those good receivers (I'm assuming with his skinny frame and brash mouth that would be the most suitable position). Mostly he just stood on the sidelines smelling peculiarly like sweet burnt oregano and dishing a few "Whazzizz up's" and "Trojizzzannzzz in da Hizzzouzze's" to Bizzzing and Bizzzoooty.
COME ON HOMEY, SPIZZIRAL ON DAT BIZZALL.
Seriously though, I'm wondering when the bloodletting will stop with USC. It literally seems like the fall of the Roman Empire after their 3-year long world dominance, the building of a dynasty rivaling anything recently, if ever, seen in college football and then wham...
They get beat by Texas.
Was this the equivalent to the proverbial attack from the barbarians on the edge of the empire, the rise of Christianity, the lead in the plumbing system or whatever reason you subscribe to for the fall of Rome?
I doubt it. USC will be a power house for years to come and they will have problems for years to come like most big school programs under the scrutiny of the public eye and the NCAA.
But for now, chill homeys! Think about what your doing. Your actions will affect you in ways you never expected. Especially all you future soon-to-be-rich NFL trojans in the draft. Your actions will affect your future revenue.
Snoop said it best when he said something like keep your thoughts on your monetary matters and your monetary matters in your thoughts. Snoop DID NOT mean fire your agent, Matt Leinart, and hire one who can possibly get you more money. Talk to Troy. No, not Trojan Nation. I'm speaking of Aikman. He'll tell you you had a perfectly good agent to begin with.
From homey to homey, just chill...to the next episode.
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