The 6-foot-2, 240 pound Scott, who inked a six-year contract worth $48 million to become a Jet in February 2009, would be clipped along with offensive tackle Jason Smith and fellow linebacker Calvin Pace to create $27.7 million in cap space for the 2013 season.
Although pathetic throughout the autumn, one of the Jets’ nadirs occurred when Gang Green was brutally heckled by irate fans while retreating to the locker room at halftime of a 49-19 drubbing to the New England Patriots on Thanksgiving evening at MetLife Stadium.
In response to the intense catcalls, Scott mindlessly dismissed the team’s supporters as “dodgeball” players.
“At the end of the day, if you made it to be able to put an NFL uniform on, then you are one of the best athletes in the world,” said Scott, 32, a 2006 All-Pro who debuted with the Baltimore Ravens in 2002 as an undrafted free agent out of Southern Illinois University. “The person yelling at you probably was picked last in dodgeball all through high school. So do you care about the opinion of them? No.”
Scott is absolutely correct that football players are some “of the best athletes in the world.”
Nevertheless, attending a game in the swamps of Jersey is now pricier than banging Ashley Dupre and starved loyalists deserve better than paying to watch a laughingstock perform.
As a native of East Detroit who was raised in a poor neighborhood overcome by drugs and violence, Scott, who has amassed 25 sacks and 530 tackles in 172 games as a professional, should understand the value of a dollar.
Granted, fans, particularly Jets enthusiasts, consistently overstep their boundaries and behave like animalistic lowlifes.
Still, those same people that were “picked last in dodgeball all through high school” help Woody Johnson afford Scott’s salary and the mouthy member of the Jets’ unimposing front seven should “care about (their) opinion.”
Thankfully, Bart Scott will no longer be Gang Green’s problem within a month from today.by