I’ve been blocked.

I was about to promote my weekly appearance on Full Ride Radio (Sirius XM 84, Thursdays at 10 AM ET) and knew we were going to talk about Deion Sanders. Since Sanders follows me, and I’ve followed him forever on X, I figured I’d tag the man for fun. And lo and behold, I’ve been blocked by the great Deion Sanders.
Emotions followed. At first, I was kind of surprised and shocked. I’m a pimple on the ass of college football when it comes to notoriety, and this is a Gold Jacket legend Hall of Famer. The fact he had been following me at all was stunning.
I knew it was from this article, an article I didn’t even write (Scott Salomon stand-up), which obviously wasn’t kind to Deion. But still, to block me is surprising. Unfollow me? Sure. Mute my ass? Sure. But block?
Then I was kind of disappointed. A sadness crept in. I’ve always liked Deion Sanders from his FSU days to Atlanta, especially when he suited up for my Dallas Cowboys. And I got to meet him a few times down at the Under Armour All America Game and was giddy like a school girl. He’s always been someone I’ve been in awe of. But once the sadness wore off, I was something else. I was astounded.
Astounded at what? How petty Deion can be. Listen, I get that we wrote some articles, and my name is on the site. I know I’ve publicly said I don’t think he will succeed at Colorado, that they will get blasted by TCU and almost everyone else, and that jettisoning an entire roster to the transfer portal was heartless and unprofessional.
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But who am I? Deion has millions of followers (I’d give the exact number if I wasn’t blocked), has accomplished 1,000 times more than I ever will, and should be so far above me in life that I shouldn’t matter. Is he this much of a baby? Or is this his way of continuing to motivate himself, as everything is an affront to his abilities? Whatever it is, it’s dumb.

I’ve blocked people, so I can’t be a hypocrite and say it’s “soft” or “weak”. It’s usually when they threaten me or insult me to a level I just get annoyed with. And maybe being called Slime Time by one of our writers falls into that category. But Deion said he had receipts of those who doubted him, and clearly, I’m part of that group. Should I be flattered? Hurt? Disappointed? Confused? I’m not sure. But for someone who has had the world in the palm of his hands for decades and never seems to worry about what people think of him, it just seems childish.