Card: 1989 Score Football, Card #246

Team/Position: Falcons, Cowboys, 49ers / Cornerback

Cost: $0.50

I absolutely, positively, despise Deion Sanders.  As a 49ers fan, it was Deion’s mentoring of Michael Crabtree that finally pushed me over the edge.  Sanders is brash and seems to wipe his ass with the mantra, “no man is bigger than the sport“.

Watching Deion play was one thing, but I’d rather listen to the transvestite lovin’ Marv Albert over Deion “Prime Time” Sanders.  Deion Sanders provides analysis on how any given football moment will positively or negatively effect a player’s salary.

Without a doubt, Deion Sanders was the best man-coverage cornerback to ever play.  Deion changed games with his blazing speed in coverage and in the return game, but he didn’t understand the concept of tackling until very late in his career.  Sanders’ take on football was simple:  I’m blessed with God-given talent, so pay me a shit-load of money and pay attention to me…Daddy, please pay attention to me!  look daddy, I did good.  I did real good.

If you were unaware, Deion also played baseball from 1989 to 1997, with a brief return in 1999.

During an at-bat, Sanders drew a dollar sign with his bat knob prior to refusing to run out a routine grounder.  Thankfully, Carlton Fisk was catching and had this to say to Sanders,

“I just told him [Deion Sanders] I thought that there was a right way and a wrong way to play the game, and he was playing it wrong, because it offended guys like me. And if he didn’t care to play it right, let’s go at it, right here at home plate.” Carlton Fisk on ESPN Classic’s SportsCentury series.

Sanders was great and could easily shutdown half of the field, but his persona will forever taint his legacy.

Did I mention that I hate Deion Sanders?

Whenever Deion starts stroking his ego too much, I can’t help but think about how well Sanders would fair against the physical offenses of yesteryear.  Sanders could cover, but I’d like to see him step up and take on a pulling Jerry Kramer on a Packer-Sweep.

…and oh yah, Kelly Gruber, weighed down by a mullet and gold-chains, tagged your ass biiiatch.