Batman...Really?

Sitting down in front of the TV for the Cowboys vs. Bengals, I was more than ready to get the season started.

Before the game started, Andrea Kremer was talking to Terrell Owens and Chad Ochocinco. Cincinnati isn't the best team in the league, but Ochocinco has proven to be a pretty decent receiver. Owens was signed to a one-year, two million dollar deal. To most of us, two million dollars is nothing to scoff at. To someone who thinks he's the greatest receiver ever, that's chump change.

And yet, in the pre-game interview, Andrea asked how having too great receivers was going to work. Owens stuck his face out, and said, "I'm Batman..." He was obviously waiting for Ochocinco to follow up with, "I'm Robin." He did, and I couldn't help but think, "You get signed to a team that already has a good receiver, and you start out by telling the world that you are the number one receiver there? That the other guy is your sidekick?"

Wow. Nice to see Owens hasn't let the fact that almost no one wanted to sign him take away his...umm....confidence? No, let's just call it what it is. Arrogance.

Owens has moments of greatness. But he has one job. And when you are making millions of dollars a year to do one thing, you'd better be the best. Last night, I watched him do a simple post, and the ball hit him in the hands. Even when you're making a paltry two million a year, you can't drop passes like that.

It's also nice to see he hasn't lost his abilities.

Don't get me wrong. I don't hate Owens. But I got tired of watching him rant against the quarterback because he wasn't given a pass here and there. Then, he would drop two or three that hit him right in the chest.

And what ever happened to being thankful to be playing? Watching some of the speeches from the Hall-of-Fame inductees was refreshing. Here were people who played because they loved the game. One had waited thirty years to be inducted. And there was no (apparent) bitterness. He was thankful to be there. Most of those I saw gave credit to their teammates and coaches for the opportunities.

Emmett Smith cried when he thanked Daryl Johnston for blocking for him so many years, allowing him to make the runs he made. Now there's a class act.