
Then the Buccaneers pulled the old switcharoo on us pseudo-experts and picked the Alabama safety Mark Barron over the DB Claiborne. No problem. Anybody on that championship defense is a stud, we need a safety as much as any other defensive player, and the guy hits like John Lynch. Plus after Morris Claiborne scored about as high as Morris the cat on the Wonderlic Test, there was speculation whether or not the kid could pour piss out of a boot if the directions were written on the heel.
He scored a 4 out of a possible 50. Lowest in the history of the test since Tom Landry introduced it in the ’70s. (Huh? Tom Landry was the coach of the Cowboys, Morris...in Dallas...Texas...it's a state...you're playing there this year...football...because they used to have cowboys there...what?...did you poop your pants?) I could do this all day. When asked about the test you need a 10 or higher to be considered literate, naturally Claiborne defended his inaction.
"I mean, I looked on the test and wasn't nothing on the test that came with football, so I pretty much blew the test off." Claiborne told reporters.
Wasn't nothing on the test that came with football. Yep! He blew it off alright. Know what else don't come with football, Morris? Drugs, DUI's, dog-fighting, shootings, domestic violence, bankruptcy, or a fleet of baby-mamas. But the papers sure do seem to be chock full of football players getting all up in that sort of stuff every off-season.
Seriously, folks, he may not be that dumb. But blowing off something a prospective employer expects of you because you've personally deemed it irrelevant is a dumb decision. And shows a fundamental character flaw we may see a little later. For a contract I was bound to get, I'd be willing to parallel park a manure truck on fire. And I'm fairly sure that wasn't nothing that came with football.

