Do people like Ray Lewis? It's hard to tell. Baltimoreans clearly do. But everybody else? No, right? He is—at this point—an average player, one who consumes the spotlight with canned postgame bible-thumping and tears. That's no good.
There's also that pesky bit of Lewis's past—the night in January 2000 where Lewis and his friends drove away as two men bled out in the street after a brawl outside an Atlanta nightclub, the night that got Ray Lewis charged with murder, and later, obstruction of justice, a charge to which he pled guilty. That part of him is no good, either. The football press, normally a Lewis-loving bunch, isn't ignoring it, and that makes Ray Lewis unhappy.
He told assembled media today:
Nobody here is really qualified to ask those questions. I just truly feel that this is God's time, and whatever his time is, you know, let it be his will. Don't try to please everybody with your words, try to make everybody's story sound right. At this time, I would rather direct my questions in other places. Because I live with that every day. You maybe can take a break from it. I don't. I live with it every day of my life and I would rather not talk about it today.
God's time! Of course. It's right there on my iCal. Don't know how I missed it.
Yeah, we understand: Ray Lewis believes he has served his debt to society, and the media day hordes are annoying. But Lewis is a performer. He seeks out the media. Shouldn't he have to deal with the good and bad of that?