Sammy Watkins is uncultured. I don’t mean he deleted Great Performances at the Met from the DVR to make room for Impractical Jokers. It’s just that he’s not someone who fits with a franchise like the Buffalo Bills trying to build around character. He only inspires coworkers in the sense he’s easy to outwork.
The embodiment of mercurial players could be great if he thought about it. A thorough unwillingness to work at being as amazing as he perceives himself means Sean McDermott was right to realize the headache wasn’t worth enduring.
It’s hard to heal when booze is the anesthetic. There’s relief Watkins is employed elsewhere while reading his now-notorious interview where he admitted to consuming ample merry drinks like a Bills fan. The difference is those paying to watch him don’t have to perform like one of Earth’s best athletes. Practicing on two hours of sleep only works if it’s a nap.
Players aren’t given extra yards for troubled circumstances, especially when presented with a chance to overcome them. Rough upbringings are only notable as something to leave behind. Hanging out with pals from his troubled hometown instead of making new friends meant he literally brought problems with him.
The wildly oscillating wideout still looks supremely talented in YouTube highlight clips. But they’re shorter than the commercials which precede them. General managers shouldn’t draft based on internet hype. The most important piece of equipment is a head.
Nothing’s frustrating like watching someone preternaturally talented declining a chance to use what he has. The most unlikeable players are unwilling to invest the effort to mine the jewels. It’s not just the sense he slacked in practice. Watkins summed himself up perfectly by getting caught celebrating before almost getting tackled showboating again in the same damn game.
Observers wasted his time as a Bill wondering why his time as a Bill was wasted. Watkins rarely seemed to back out of the garage. He possessed more underutilized talent than Badfinger. Many naturally presumed it was the fault of coaches, which was a safe bet considering they included Rex Ryan. But it turns out Watkins was being held back most severely by Watkins.
Hurting oneself is a cry for help. Watkins wasn’t just banged up out of rough luck. Avoiding injury is a skill that starts with caring about the vessel in which our consciousnesses reside.
Football players are bound to get occasionally bruised, what with the way they’re always running into each other by rule. But cursing oneself with rotten fortune by not making health a priority leads to ample varieties of pain. An exhausted player not getting treatment for ailments is bound to be more susceptible to literal bad breaks.
Getting back with an ex was a wild rumor the Bills thankfully realized would be supremely unhealthy. Those who are suddenly without a partner spend empty moments missing what the other party offered. But remembering why you broke up 30 seconds into round two is a reminder there are worse things than being alone.
Anyone who bought a Watkins Bills jersey in anticipation of him dynamically fulfilling potential thought the garment’s obsolescence might have been reversed. But dreams lasted about as long as his catch streaks. Brandon Beane denied rumors of seeking a reunion rather vehemently. Sammy is not the sort of player you could ever envision someone as averse to pouting fits as the incumbent general manager drafting.
The biggest issue with Watkins isn’t how he’s only physically on the field. The mistake is thinking he’s worth trading up to acquire. Interviewing him should have scared off any astute general manager. I’ll always cherish those few seconds when I thought Doug Whaley went bold to get Khalil Mack.
Watkins is precisely the sort of player who’s tough to coach. Delinquent slackers are the most frustrating. He’s the kid wearing the motorcycle jacket on Head of the Class. The only thing those trying to break from the franchise’s earlier mistakes can do is not continue to squander resources on a fired employee’s miscalculation.
I’m glad it’s not our problem that he’s failing to center himself. Watkins rewarded Kansas City taking him back with conspiracy talk that makes Alex Jones look levelheaded. Calmly threatening World War III if he’s not leading air raids is a foreboding signal.
A first-round talent shouldn’t need to be on a team with an overpowering arsenal of weapons to occasionally excel. The Chiefs are stacked enough that he can function as a complementary player. Watkins is George Wendt and not Ted Danson minus the charm.
He’ll always be Super Bowl champion because there is zero justice in this particular astral realm. Catching five passes for 98 yards in the finale shows he’s not an outright failure. But Watkins remains the sort of talented player who deploys his skills as infrequently as Axl Rose.
Watkins isn’t a typical diva. His odd brand of aloofness differs him from the usual tantrums associated with the drama queens who man his position. Yet he never seemed connected with anything that could bring steady success. Football scientists try to determine how much he contributed to the toxic environment. Thankfully, the Bills have moved past calculating if the risk is worth it.
Editor’s babble: Yea, Sammy. I don’t miss him. Now what I wish for is that Ed Oliver just learned an important lesson. Thanks, as always, to Anthony Bialy for his therapeutic contributions to our blog. Not sure how I’d get through this pandemic without his sarcasm :) You can find Anthony on Twitter @AnthonyBialy.