Hell he isn't cured from whatever the heck was wrong with him 4 years ago! This guy is an oxygen waster.

It's almost like Adrian Arrington is running a scam or something, on how to be a pro football player without actually playing any football...I wish I could do what he does, at MY own job. Show up for 3 weeks then coast the other 49....Unless it is all an eleborate ploy -- maybe he's the next Marques Colston, and the coaches keep IR'ing him to hide him, or keep telling him to play not very well on purpose, or something. "Okay, Adrian, it's week 17, we're finally putting you in the game for two catches! But on this next play, run slow, we want you to go out there and look kinda mediocre -- whatever you do, we don't want anyone to know how BRILLIANTLY GOOD you are."

I picture him as like this dude lounging in the training room tub, with a fur coat and jewelry on, all the time, or hanging around the weight room in a sweatsuit watching TV -- he's always there, but nobody really knows what he does...the other players probably come in and see him lounging around every morning and say "hi" to him in that bored, "Morning Sam, Morning Ralph" type of voice, and sort of walk around him, to get to their seats for the team meeting. Or they come into the locker room all sweaty after the big game, and he's already there, all fresh and perfumed up, with his pimp suit on. Adrian Arrington is the kind of player who is out there in the strip club, showing the honeys his Super Bowl ring, or he'd be walking around the supermarket in ridiculous Saints gear and hoping somebody runs into him and thinks he's Colston. I just don't get it.