I always wonder what it is we expect — verbally — from a pro athlete whose worth is constantly questioned, who’s asked why he failed.
I’m thinking of Mitch Trubisky here.
A press member says something like, “You know, Mitch, your career passer rating is 85.8. Which stinks. Explain.”
Do we really want him to say, tears forming, “It’s just that I’m no good. Ryan Pace never should have drafted me No. 2 overall. I’m average at best. No, let’s be honest. I’m terrible.”
Open weeping would come next.
I suppose the cynical media horde would turn away, at first shocked, then dusting hands, smug with success.