Well, Do You Know Who Legedu Naanee Is? DO YOU??
If you follow the San Diego Chargers or have a sick fondness for unremarkable wide receivers in your deep fantasy football league, you probably do.
But some of Indianapolis’ finest didn’t on Saturday morning when he asked, and that’s always a problem. Yes, Legedu Naanee played the “Do you know who I am?” card shortly before getting arrested and charged for public intoxication and resisting arrest.
Besides the fact that question is never asked these days by someone whom anyone actually knows, it’s becoming a cliché. In the past, it was a pointed comeback for a higher-up being challenged by a lowly grunt. It should be reserved for royalty. Now it is used far too often by athletes — and this thing. It’s just tired.
Naanee should be wiser than to just fall in line with his predecessors and utter the same unoriginal question. However, considering he thought it would be cool to walk through a crime scene, not leave when requested, resist the resulting arrest, fight until getting blasted with pepper spray and then threaten a police officer, all while allegedly drunk, I guess it would be unfair for me to assume Naanee’s level of smarts.
All I’m asking of NFL players is to expand your options. When you know you’re on your way to the clink and have nothing to lose, come up with something better than the rhetorical “DYKHIA?”
Take the Ko Simpson route and don’t leave the cops guessing; tell them who you are and your financial worth. To his credit, Ko was probably worth millions at one point. But after undergoing microfracture knee surgery, getting traded by the Bills and cut by the Lions in the past two years, I’m going to guess he has fallen deep into six-figure land.
There were plenty of questions available to Naanee if he could have thought outside the box:
Do you know where Pierre Garcon is? He owes me a game of Tecmo Bowl on his NES.
Do you know how to spell my name?
Can I get a lift to the end zone?
Have you seen some blue turf around here? Fuck it. I’m going home.
Hey, man! Yo, with the shiny star thing on your shirt. Man, can you tell me if Vincent Jackson got traded yet or am I still a third-team receiver? Damn, I’m sick of the bench, man!
It’s surprising that an apology from Naanee still hasn’t been made public. Even if he is extremely contrite, he will probably ask himself a very relevant question soon: Where am I going to play football next season? Naanee, a free agent to-be who isn’t nearly as productive as teammates Antonio Gates, Vincent Jackson or Malcom Floyd, saw his 2010 season brought down by injuries. Add this fiasco onto the pile and the odds are good that San Diego won’t be the answer.
Seyi Ajirotutu would likely replace him on the depth chart and in NFL crossword puzzles.