How you’ve blossomed into a little media darling.
If you haven’t already noticed, Gronk is a favorite of sports media gossips. Whether it’s partying with LMFAO right after losing the Super Bowl or wrestling on a club stage with a cast on the broken arm that kept him out of the playoffs this season, there’s always something to nit pick.
The latest tidbit? Gronk posed with a fan at Universal Studios wearing a tank top that read “Sorry for Partying.” The fan made the picture her Twitter avatar and sent a thousand tongues wagging.
(If you want to see the pic, click here).
Naturally, the obvious question to be asked here is: who the *&%^ cares?
Even his own teammates (aka Logan Mankins) will admit Gronk is a meathead. He likes to get his dance on and put guys in half nelsons and tosses in a drunken body slam here and there for good measure.
That’s just who the guy is. Growing up with four brothers and a father who seemingly encouraged his kids to get a little rowdy, it’s just what he knows.
Now, the whole wresting-in-a-cast thing was a bit much, only because Gronkowski was injured back in November, rehabbed back for the playoffs and was subsequently reinjured almost immediately against the Texans. It’s understandable that some pundits, bitter about him not being available during the Patriots AFC Championship loss to the Baltimore Ravens, were frustrated with his apparent lack of regard for his own healing process.
However, it’s all become a bit much.
Gronk hasn’t broken any laws (that we know of). He holds or is tied for eight records in the NFL in just his first three seasons. It’s not exactly like he’s not pulling his weight in New England.
Love him or hate him, Gronkowski is who he is. And kudos to him for refusing to change because of pressure from a vapid media corps determined to find fault in every moment of fun he puts himself in.
Because that’s what it is. It’s fun. The same (or similar) fun other 20-somethings are having all over the world. His position as a football player shouldn’t dictate who he has to be in his spare time.
Can’t we just let the man live?