Sympathy for T.O.

Call me a bleeding heart, but after reading this I feel sorry for Terrell Owens.

UPDATE: Look at the size of those mitts. No wonder he was such a great receiver.

From the story:

It's the sad old stereotypical song of the up-from-nothing black athlete: He let other people take care of things…

"I hate myself for letting this happen," he says. "I believed that they had my back when they said, 'You take care of the football, and we'll do the rest.' And in the end, they just basically stole from me."

He'd be even more sympathetic if he didn't blame everyone else for every bad thing that has happened to him. But then he wouldn't be T.O. if he didn't.