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.