Randall Cunningham Once Left in the Middle of an Eagles Preseason Game to Party with Whitney Houston
Randall Cunningham once left an Eagles preseason game to go party with Whitney Houston. The first I heard about it was on the Raw Room podcast:
According to Cunningham’s former teammate, Garry Cobb, the story is true:
Cunningham was making a good salary while with the Eagles, but Cobb said he reminded him that Whitney Houston was making much, much more. “He was trying to impress her, but she was a bigger star than he was. But he was going about it the wrong way,” he said.
Cobb said that even though Houston and Cunningham didn’t date for long, she was around the team quite a bit at the time. “One time, there was a pre-season game. A lot of the guys left at halftime to go up to her birthday party.”
I can’t think of two more opposite people whose lives went in two more opposite directions. But when you’re making plays like this on Monday Night Football in front of the whole world people start to notice:
What the fuck did they talk about? You’ve got the uber-religious QB of the Philadelphia Eagles probably quoting scripture while Whitney’s jaw was moving a million miles a minute. I mean she made Pablo Escobar the richest man in the world for God’s sake! It was never going to work out. Cobb knew it too:
Garry Cobb knew it wouldn’t last when Randall Cunningham was dating Whitney Houston. “Randall was a goody-goody two-shoes type of guy,” Cobb told 94 WIP’s Angelo Cataldi and The Morning Team on Wednesday. “She liked the bad boy type.”
Cobb , also a 94 WIP host, was an Eagles teammate of Cunningham’s from 1985-1987. He said that while Randall was pursuing Houston, he was doing it the wrong way. “Randall went after her with everything he had. He was giving her roses, wine, a limousine,” Cobb said. “Randall was trying everything he could, but he just wasn’t Whitney’s type of guy. I wasn’t surprised she got with Bobby Brown. She liked a guy with a little street.”
What a romantic son of a bitch Randall was! Trying to save Whitney Houston is harder than saving the whales and you ain’t Greenpeace, buddy! You’re dealing with a savage. A coked up songbird. You can’t compete with Bobby Brown. Girls love the bad boy. She needed less John 3:16 and more of her dealer John dropping off 3.16 grams to get the party started. Bobby Brown was the Redskins in the 80s and you were the Eagles. He should’ve known this. I mean he played against LT. You can’t stop Whitney Houston, you can only hope to contain her!
