I'm sorry, guys, but these Ray Lewis pump up speeches are bullshit. Last night, during halftime of that horribly boring Monday Night Football game, I couldn't help but have my blood boil over the nonsensical, stupid things Ray Lewis was saying. It was bullshit like "You can't be great and touch the great hands of greatness until you're driving HARD!" Umm. OK? What does that even mean?
Ray Lewis is the master of painting the obvious , yet he plays off it off like he's a prophet delivering the second Sermon on the Mount. Every. Damn. Time. When you listen to what he actually has to say, it's all fluffy bullshit paired with dramatic voice inflection and general passion of someone who believes the world revolves around himself. It's borderline egomanical. He's like a really terrible theater student giving oratory about "greatness" and other vague rhetorical daggers-to-the-heart that feel scripted from the rallying cries of Roman war movies. It's pathetic. These Ray Lewis pump-up speeches need to stop because (A. these are making us all stupider. (B. these are heightening our national A.D.D. because no one is listening to what he's saying, and (C. they are stroking this ex-NFL legend's ego to a holier-than-thou level.
Ray Lewis, you are not Jonathan Edwards. Every pump-up speech you give to an acne-faced football team is not Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God.
I will give him this. He's mastered the hand gestures part of Public Speaking 101.
Still, I'm starting to believe this guy has had so many hits to the head that he thinks he's a Messiah or something. Because he played NFL football. It's almost like he feels entitled to deliver this madness. That's troubling.
To the coaches who bring Ray Lewis into their lockerrooms: Knock it off with giving Ray a pulpit for this fluff until he has something meaningful to say.
To Ray Lewis: Hire a speechwriter or something.