Just three weeks after calling his baby mama a worthless alley girl and shutting down his Twitter account, LeSean McCoy has returned to the Tweets… with an avatar that says, “I’M THERE FOR MY SON, SON!”
Now, if only someone would tell him that the question mark(s) go after the thing for which he seeks an answer.
With a headline that Philly.com editors had undoubtedly been jonesing to use, Scandal Exposes Real McCoy, this column from Phil Sheridan is fierce:
Of course, McCoy succeeded mostly in humiliating himself. Nothing that he said about the woman in question, or that she said about him, is as damning as what McCoy revealed about himself.
He criticized the woman for having sex with him before he even knew her name, without any apparent awareness that this makes him equally sleazy. He accused her of lying about being on birth control, without any apparent awareness that a man is equally responsible.
Full thing here.
Through a publicist who incorrectly punctuated both his client’s first and last name in an email, LeSean McCoy, whose name is correctly auto-completed by even my iPad as I write this, issued the following statement, presumably written by said publicist, about his baby mama drama:
In light of the recent events that played out over Twitter this past weekend, I would like to express how deeply sorry and remorseful I am to my family, the Philadelphia Eagles, my fans, and every young person who views me as a role model. This is not who I am as a person, nor the image I ever wanted to portray of myself. It’s definitely not the example I want to set for my son.
My Twitter account was not hacked. I take full responsibility and I apologize for trying to make it seem like it was not me. Due to my bad judgment and frustration, I allowed a very personal matter to be played out on a social network, of all things. It was immature and unprofessional for me to do so and to encourage others to join in.
As a parent , emotions are often magnified when there are stressful and emotional situations concerning them.I take great pride in being a good father and strive to one day be a great one. I’ve always done everything in my means to provide for my son financially, emotionally, and most importantly with my time and heart. I am sick over the fact that my actions have caused pain to him and all involved. I have decided to handle this matter privately from here on out and I thank everyone for their continued support.
Sadly, no mention of the dick doctor.
McCoy’s publicist tells me that McCoy will, in time, reactivate his Twitter account.
LeSean with Sydney, with whom he is currently on vacation in Puerto Rico
Perhaps the most vicious Tweets to come out of LeSean McCoy’s BMD were those between McCoy’s current girlfriend, Sydney (who, we’ll remind you, apparently gets eaten from time to time by McCoy’s main man “VAR”), and BM Steph.
Sydney has deleted her Tweets to Steph, but thanks to the magic of the Internet, at least some of them still exist.
We’ll make no effort to curate the exchange into a coherent conversation. But here are the Tweets from Sydney (@covergirldro) followed by ones from Steph (@angelface0330). Enjoy.
[Note: (@BossedUpLaLa) is McCoy’s cousin.]
The one about giving her son a bath on Thursday… ouch. Steph, perhaps rightfully, went crazed BM on Sydney. A preview:
Oh my.
See the rest after the jump.
A very important follow-up to LeSean McCoy’s baba mama drama, which led to him being accused of having Herpes and needing to see a “dick doctor” (apparently for form and function), among many other strange and embarrassing things.
At 6:17 a.m., McCoy, on "vocation" in Puerto Rico, tweeted that he had been hacked. I bet. His account, complete with its 172k followers, was then deleted.
I’m sure this won’t be the last of it. Expect a statement next.
LeSean McCoy has Herpes.
That according to his baby mama, Steph, with whom he had a Twitter battle for the ages late Saturday night. It all started when McCoy tweeted about his vacation, seemingly in the tropics, while Steph was at home taking care of their baby, sans child support. What followed was a five-hour feud – with multiple tangents and sidebars that were extremely difficult to follow – that contained the following accusations from Steph: McCoy has Herpes, a small penis about which he saw a doctor, and a problem getting it up, an accusation allegedly confirmed by accompanying text message screenshots from his current girlfriend, Sydney, who apparently gets eaten by McCoy’s best friend “VAR.”
There’s really too much to summarize. This is exactly the sort of post that Storify was made for. Please step over the jump with me as we take a journey into historic baby mama drama.
Ugh.
Move over, the Discount Double Check and Victor Cruz’s ridiculous salsa dance, there’s a new gimmick in town… and this one never gets the ball.
LeSean McCoy’s endzone dance – which is apparently a thing now – is being sponsored by Ubisoft, makers of the new Hip Hop Dance Experience video game.
Go ahead, absorb that last sentence.
The company sent two choreographers to Philly to help Shady come up with his new moves, which are fairly awful and kind of make me want to see the Eagles stick with their pass-heavy offense. But you can judge for yourself.
It doesn’t have a name yet– that’s where you come in. McCoy is looking for suggestions on his Twitter account (@CutonDime25), part of a cross-promotional effort that, strangely, makes me hate myself a little.
For each touchdown Shady scores, Ubisoft will make a token donation to the LeSean McCoy Foundation.
Watch the video after the jump.
LeSean McCoy, who reveals himself to be a trash-talker more and more every day, apparently had a habit of poking would-be defenders, his teammates, while in college.
Two Tweets from Andrew Taglianetti, McCoy’s college teammate:
In case anyone was wondering Lesean McCoy used to break my ankles all the time in practice
— Andrew Taglianetti (@Andrew_Tags) October 1, 2012
The best part of Shady shaking people in practice was he would say "McCoy" as he jukes you. Absolutely fascinating.
— Andrew Taglianetti (@Andrew_Tags) October 1, 2012
That’s perfect. It takes a special kind of narcissism to yell out your own name while juking defenders (or during sex, I suppose), and that’s exactly the sort of thing that makes certain players great. You have to love yourself. LeBron James, Brett Favre, Michael Jordan, Alex Rodriguez– self hugs. And even the most well-liked superstars have egos. Take for example, Brian Dawkins. He’s a great dude, by all accounts… but he had two lockers! One for himself, one for Weapon X. Normal, humble humans don’t do that. And that’s OK. I want my superstar running back to yell out his name while clowning the opposition. I want my safety to think he’s in a comic book. I want my star forward playing beer pong with casts on each arm. A little swag never hurt anyone (well, some).
The best part in this revelation, though, isn’t the story itself, it’s the fact that I’m now going to be screaming McCoy! McCoy! McCoy! each time I right-stick someone out of their broadband while playing Madden.
H/T to Deadspin
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