After reading The Dispatch’s recent interview with Jeff Garcia,
I couldn’t help but wonder at what point the hometown favoritism
gives way to actual journalistic integrity?
After reading The Dispatch’s recent interview with Jeff Garcia, I couldn’t help but wonder at what point the hometown favoritism gives way to actual journalistic integrity? The volley of sympathetic, softball questions and whiney, “woe is me” answers might as well have been published in Pravda.
Jeff Garcia has done nothing but blame the world for everything since stepping foot in Cleveland. He couldn’t get plays off on time, yet that was Terry Robiskie’s fault. When Jeff got hurt and a rookie quarterback took over, the same problems ceased to exist. When Kelly Holcomb played, he too had no problem getting plays called at the line of scrimmage. Maybe Jeff’s house in Cleveland didn’t come equipped with mirrors, because he’s obviously above reproach.
Jeff goes on to suggest that the players were not supportive of Terry Robiskie, yet an onslaught of broadcast quotes since Terry took over as Interim Coach seriously contradicts that contention as well.
It doesn’t take much to become a hero as a member of the Cleveland Browns. That city lives for their NFL franchise and is almost reverential in its treatment of players. If Jeff Garcia had shown up in town and not started lobby grenades at coaches, teammates and the media, he would’ve enjoyed an existence unlike any other he’s had in football.
Instead, he decided to become the proverbial whiney overpaid jock whose paycheck was not earned and whose excuses rang hollow.
By the way, tell Bobby Garcia that Jeff didn’t sign with Tampa Bay. He seems to be the last to uncover the truth where it relates to his son’s career.
Brad Cramer, Scottsdale, AZ