4 thoughts on “Important Memo To Anyone Doing Business With Clinton Portis :”
So based on Ifeanyi Ohalete’s logic, I’d be within my rights to charge first David Wells and now Edgar Renteria for wearing the number 3, the same number I used to wear for my high school rugby team? Or would I have to at least spent sometime in the same organization or at the very least same sport?
I don’t get the analogy. Portis joined the Skins when Ohalete was a member of the team. I doubt Ohalete would’ve agreed to part with the number had he known Portis didn’t intend to live up to the contract and pay the 2nd installment.
There is the larger issue of who really owns these numbers — my guess is the teams themselves could save us some grief (and kill several easy stories a year) by saying all such decisions are made by management and no more bribery will take place. Anyhow, this stuff can get messy, as anyone who has suffered through Tony Scott’s big screen adaptation of “The Fan” will attest.
I was just looking for a way to make a little money that was less risky than putting a finger in a bowl of chilli. Back to claiming that I’m Grant Wistrom’s love child, I guess.
The only numbers this guy should be worried about is his 2004 season’s 3.8 average and measly 5 touchdowns.
So based on Ifeanyi Ohalete’s logic, I’d be within my rights to charge first David Wells and now Edgar Renteria for wearing the number 3, the same number I used to wear for my high school rugby team? Or would I have to at least spent sometime in the same organization or at the very least same sport?
I don’t get the analogy. Portis joined the Skins when Ohalete was a member of the team. I doubt Ohalete would’ve agreed to part with the number had he known Portis didn’t intend to live up to the contract and pay the 2nd installment.
There is the larger issue of who really owns these numbers — my guess is the teams themselves could save us some grief (and kill several easy stories a year) by saying all such decisions are made by management and no more bribery will take place. Anyhow, this stuff can get messy, as anyone who has suffered through Tony Scott’s big screen adaptation of “The Fan” will attest.
I was just looking for a way to make a little money that was less risky than putting a finger in a bowl of chilli. Back to claiming that I’m Grant Wistrom’s love child, I guess.
The only numbers this guy should be worried about is his 2004 season’s 3.8 average and measly 5 touchdowns.