Anyone been to MetLife stadium for a game? Or any NFL game at all? Gonna be there in nov and wondering if it's worth splashing out a bit more to get closer rather then be in the nosebleeds?
I was just reading up on Brandon Boykin. So word is the reason Philly got rid of him is that he has a degenerative hip condition because one leg is longer then the other. The Steelers DB coach leaked the details at a conference they had earlier this year. He could hardly run because of it and that's the reason he spent most of the season on the bench. It is also why they didn't make an effort to re-sign him. He managed to sign with the Panthers in the off-season but was cut so they could sign UDFA, tried out for the Falcons where he didn't make it (hip was mentioned) before signing with the Bears and tearing his pec. He is now on IR. The guy went from being the best slot corner in the league to not even finding a job in the matter of two seasons. The hip would explain why even though he is denying it.
That's pretty sad
Jaguars Safety Survived Armed Robbery, KidnappingI am pulled out of the back seat and shoved onto the road. Lying on my back, I think, I canâ€™t die this way. And then, in the distance...By Earl WolffIt was a regular Monday in February, and I was back home in Fayetteville, N.C. I was exhausted from travel and a weekend in Atlanta, but it was my buddyâ€™s birthday, so I went over to his girlfriendâ€™s house and we spent the night catching up and playing the card game Tonk. When he went to the porch to FaceTime his daughter, that was my cue to head out. I said goodbye just past midnight. My motherâ€™s house was just five minutes away. I had come home to celebrate her birthday.My 2011 white Range Rover is parked on the street. As I get in and reach for the seatbelt, someone yanks my door open. Thereâ€™s a man wearing a black ski mask and pointing an AK-47 inches from my face.â€śGive me the keys!â€ť he barks. â€śAnd get out of the car!â€ťI freeze, wondering if my buddy is playing a trick on me. I wonder if itâ€™s a sick joke. I babble, but words arenâ€™t coming out of my mouth.â€śGive me your wallet! Your phone!â€ťI step out and hand over my belongings. Another man with a shotgun rushes toward me and shoves me into the back seat. Two other men with shotguns appear from the side of the house and hop in the car. The man with the AK-47 gets behind the wheel, and Iâ€™m squished between two of the masked men in the backseat. We begin driving around the neighborhood.â€śWhereâ€™s the money at?â€ť one shouts at me.â€śI, I â€¦ I donâ€™t have any money,â€ť I stammer. â€śI donâ€™t have a dollar on me.â€ťâ€śWhereâ€™s the money at?â€ť he says again.â€śYou can have the car, you can have anything you want,â€ť I say. â€śJust let me get back to my family.â€ťâ€śWhy are you lying?â€ť says the man in the front passenger seat. â€śLie to me again and Iâ€™ll kill you.â€ťI canâ€™t feel my mouth when I talk. I try to breathe. I think of my mom. I think of God. I stare straight ahead. Iâ€™m trembling.â€śIâ€™ll tell you anything you want to know,â€ť I say.They ask me who is in the house and I tell them. Though I canâ€™t see their faces, I can tell by their voices that they are young. They ask for my name.â€śEarl,â€ť I say. â€śEarl Wolff.â€ťâ€śWait,â€ť one of the men says. â€śThe one that plays in the league?â€ťâ€śYes,â€ť I say.â€śAnd youâ€™re telling me you have no money?â€ťOne of the men next to me slashes me twice in the right knee with his gun. Iâ€™m bleeding.* * *Where Iâ€™m from, a lot of people donâ€™t make it out. Of all my friends I grew up with, only one went to college.I didnâ€™t have a drink until I was 22, and I donâ€™t get behind the wheel if Iâ€™ve had even one drink. Where Iâ€™m from, I canâ€™t tell you how much marijuana Iâ€™ve been around, but Iâ€™ve never once taken a hit. Iâ€™ve never been arrested; I graduated from college in three and a half years; Iâ€™m terrified of getting in trouble. My main motivation: I donâ€™t want to ever disappoint my mother.My parents separated when I was in second grade, and though my father is still in my life, Iâ€™ve always been a mommaâ€™s boy. She was in the military, and she just retired after 31 years of service. The hardest year of my life was when she deployed overseas.I was a junior at North Carolina State when she went to Kuwait. She didnâ€™t have to go, but she volunteered because the job offered more money than being stateside and she wanted to provide for us. I know how dangerous it is out there. I called my mom every single day when she was deployed. When she didnâ€™t pick up, Iâ€™d freak out.Playing football, I knew Iâ€™d have an opportunity to provide for her. I also saw a way out of Fayetteville. Iâ€™ve always tried to stay humble, and though my NFL career hasnâ€™t gone exactly how I imagined it would, I take pride in my attitude. I treat the janitors in Jacksonville the same way I treat head coach Gus Bradley. I try not to act better than anybody just because Iâ€™m a professional athlete. At the same time, I know I need to take some precautions when I return home.â€śIf youâ€™re lying,â€ť one of my captors says, repeating a numbing refrain, â€śIâ€™ll kill you.â€ťI stay away from the hood. I usually donâ€™t go to someoneâ€™s house if thereâ€™s at least one person I donâ€™t know there. If people want to see me, they can come see me at my motherâ€™s house. Often, Iâ€™ll just say letâ€™s meet at the mall.When I went to my car, I checked my surroundings. Everything seemed fine. And yet here I am, kidnapped after an innocent night at my friendâ€™s house. Weâ€™re still driving. My heart is racing, my head spinning. All Iâ€™m thinking is, Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?* * *My financial advisor never allows me to keep too much money in my bank account. We usually add more in at the beginning of each month. So when one of my captors orders me to withdraw $10,000 I tell them itâ€™s impossible.â€śI only have $400 in my account,â€ť I say.I donâ€™t know how, but something clicks and I figure out a way to prove it.â€śLook, you have my phone,â€ť I say. â€śOpen the Wells Fargo app. Hereâ€™s my password. Youâ€™ll see thereâ€™s just $400.â€ťâ€śIf youâ€™re lying,â€ť he says, repeating a numbing refrain. â€śIâ€™ll kill you.â€ťWhen they see Iâ€™m not lying, they ask if my friend has money at the house where they picked me up.â€śMaybe,â€ť I say. â€śIf he does, heâ€™ll give you whatever he has.â€ťWe drive back to my friendâ€™s house. I am led to the door with my hands in the air. I feel the AK-47 pressed against my back. My friend opens the door. He instantly slams it in my face.I now think I am dead. I close my eyes.My captors are panicking. I hear them conspiring, wondering if my friend has called the cops. They rush me back into the vehicle and secure zip ties around my ankles and my arms, which are tied behind my back. They put an itchy hat over my face. Now weâ€™re driving and driving, and I have no idea where we are or what time it is. At some point, two other men get into the vehicle and five of us are crammed into the backseat. I am exhausted. I try to keep my faith. I try to think of my mom. I am numb, but she is all I have left.The car jolts to a stop. I am pulled out of the back seat and shoved onto the road. Lying on my back, I think, I canâ€™t die this way. And then, in the distance, I hear the faintest sound of police sirens. The men hear it too, and they scurry into the car and speed away.I am left alone.I am alive.I manage to shimmy out of the arm ties, and then slide the hat off my face. Iâ€™m surrounded by the woods. I canâ€™t free my legs because those ties are too tight, so I begin to hop. I hop and hop and hop down the road. I am looking for a house with lights on, but everything is dark. There are no cars driving by, just silence.I eventually come across a trailer park. At the second trailer, the lights are on. As I hop closer, I can hear the sound of laughter and chatter, and so I knock on the door, back up, and wait with my hands up.â€śWho is it?â€ť a man barks from behind the door.â€śSir,â€ť I say. â€śIâ€™ve been in a terrible situation and I need some help.â€ťHe opens the door and stares at me.â€śThis is not a joke,â€ť I say. â€śThere is nobody around me. I have just been robbed and kidnapped, can you please call the police?â€ťAnother man appears in the doorway and points a handgun at me.â€śLook, I play for the Jaguars,â€ť I say, pointing to the team-issued shorts Iâ€™m wearing.Heâ€™s still pointing the gun at me. I know they donâ€™t trust me.â€śOK,â€ť I say. â€śAll I did is ask for help, if youâ€™re not going to help me please let me leave.â€ťI anticipate a shot being fired, so I fall down and roll on the ground. Thereâ€™s a loud bang. Shot fired. I hear the men close the door, and I realize I can still feel my body. The shot was likely a warning, to scare me or anyone else who might have been lurking in the shadows.But I am alone.I am on the ground.Iâ€™m sobbing.I donâ€™t know how long I stay down, but I suddenly get a rush of adrenaline. I manage to get my legs out of the ankle restraints and start running. I can feel the air pass by me and I see an intersection. I stand in the grass as cars pass by. I wave my hands asking for someone to stop, but no one does.Then I see a gas station. Itâ€™s lit up, but nobody is there. The payphone has a broken cord hanging from it. I crumble to the ground, defeated again, when a couple pulls in. I think they might be having car trouble.â€śAre you OK?â€ť the woman asks, rolling down the window.â€śI was robbed and kidnapped,â€ť I say. â€śPlease, I just need some help. This is the longest night of my life.â€ťâ€śThatâ€™s all you need me to do?â€ť she says in a maternal way. â€śWe are going to wait for the police to get here.â€ťâ€śYes,â€ť I say. â€śPlease. Thank you.â€ťHelp, finally, is on the way.* * *I remember the seven police cars pulling into the gas station, which is about 25 miles away from my friendâ€™s house where my evening began. I remember waking my mom up at 3 a.m., telling her I was safe when she had no idea there was a need to be worried. I remember sitting in the police station for 24 hours as they gathered every detail and tried to figure out who did this to me and why.Iâ€™m told my car was found seven miles away from where I was released and that my credit cards were found in the back seat of a car belonging to a young man from the area. He was 21. He was arrested on March 3 and charged with seven crimes. The other gunmen were also charged for their actions.Wrong place, wrong time. It can happen to anyone. I donâ€™t think I was targeted because I am in the NFL.The investigation is still ongoing. At first the police thought my friend had set me upâ€”but that never crossed my mind. Thereâ€™s a chance someone might have had a petty beef with my friend; or the kidnappers may have simply been attracted to my car. I donâ€™t think I was targeted because I am in the NFL. Wrong place, wrong timeâ€”it can happen to anyone.Every day I think about what happened that night, not because of the trauma, but as a reminder of how grateful I am to be alive. This experience refreshed my outlook on life, but Iâ€™ve always been a positive person. At North Carolina State, I never missed a game. I set the school record for the most career games played (51). I began my NFL career in Philadelphia, in 2013, on a great note, starting six games at safety and getting better every Sunday. I had 45 tackles and an interception as a rookie, but I injured my right knee, and itâ€™s been a journey of recovery ever since.At this point in my career, I know Dr. James Andrews so well that heâ€™s like a father to me. He did my first microfracture surgery, in 2014, and my second surgery last August. The Eagles had just released me, and he was honest with me. â€śEarl, your knee is pretty bad,â€ť he said. â€śWhatâ€™s your plan after football?â€ťI told him that I was going to make it back, and we have both been so excited about the recovery. I joined the Jaguarsâ€™ practice squad late last year, and now Iâ€™m competing for a spot in camp. I didnâ€™t need stitches after being struck in the knee with the gun, and thereâ€™s no scar either. I can honestly say I havenâ€™t felt this good since my rookie year.I live life every day with purpose and do it with a smile.I am so blessed that I have a chance to compete.I am so blessed to be alive.This is my story, but it is far from over. I canâ€™t wait for my mom to watch me play football again.