An Open Letter to T.O.

By Steve Lienert

He just couldn't wait to don that Cowboys jersey.

You could just tell after he had the audacity to sport a Michael Irvin throwback after the Eagles game in Dallas last year. And now it will never go away. Well, I got a message for him from the people in section 207.

Mr. Owens,

You have been a royal pain in the ass since breaking your leg in 2004 -- against Dallas no less -- and signing with the Cowboys has ripped open old, crusted-over scabs.

You made training camp miserable for all of us. You disrespected fans that loved you. You disrespected a coach that believed you, an owner that paid you and a team that was one step away from accomplishing the ultimate goal.

Your words are empty. You have proven to have no dignity, honor or loyalty.

Yeah, we've heard your silly rap about the Birds.

By the way, Mr. I-wonder-what-you'd-score-on-a-wonderlic, the Eagles' colors are green and silver with black trim. Dumbass.

And you'll never be mistaken for Tupac, that's for sure. Stick to your day job.

Yeah, we'll check out your tell-all book (at least from your point of view) in which you'll be as sincere as you were in your last literary foray when you pledged your allegiance to your now former agent.

And who's idea was it to have it come out in July? Because I know it wasn't yours. You're not that bright. And then we'll have to listen to you chirp the week before you come here and the week before we go there.

You're like a bad case of herpes. Here's hoping you infect the Cowboys.

-You can reach Steve Lienert at stevelienert@hotmail.com
-Photo courtesy of the NFL.