Hi, I'm Javon Walker. I'm a stupid crybaby.

Never have I had such ill will towards a single NFL player not from that sorry excuse for a state called Minnesota or that cesspool known as Chicago, than I have had for Javon Walker since he demanded that the Packers trade him.

There were times I would see him running down the field (one of the few times he’s actually been on it in the past few years), and I secretly wished a defensive back would hit him so hard that he would never be able to play again. This is something that I never even wished upon Jim McMahon when he was the funky QB, but Walker was different.

He was a punk, and pussy, and he didn’t deserve to play the game. He betrayed the Green Bay Packers, his teammates, and the fans that supported him.

The guy came off a season in which he was injured in the first game, and caught a total of four passes for 27 yards. He was coming off a major knee injury. So what would a real man do – go out and play your ass off, prove that you are completely healthy and earn a huge contract? Yes, that is what a man would do, and it’s the opposite of what Javon Walker did.

Good riddance to bad trash is what I said when he was traded to Denver before the 2006 season. In 2006, he had a nice year with the Broncos. In 2007, he got injured again. After the season, Javon decided he didn’t fit in with Broncos and asked to be traded again.

On to the Raiders, who totally deserve Javon.

Today, Javon got part of what he deserves. He was found robbed and unconscious in Las Vegas this morning. I don’t want to wish ill on anyone, and getting robbed isn’t cool, but if it has to happen to someone, it might as well be a despicable shitheel like Javon Walker, who was, according to reports, in Tryst last night making it rain with 15 bottles of champagne.

Scumbag.

Have fun Oakland!

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