Why We Can’t Stand Jay Cutler
Amidst the beginning of football season, this one fact has been made clear.
Football season is upon us. And amidst the topsy-turvy whirlwind of pigskin, beer, fantasy stats, and NFL Redzone, it can be hard to keep track of it all. But already in this young campaign, one thing has been made very clear:
We can’t stand Jay Cutler.
I suppose it’s been slowly brewing since the day he entered the league, but it seems the viewing public has solidified its disdain for the disgruntled Bears quarterback this year. Indeed, fans and even commentators around the country have been compelled to talk and tweet about his jackassery after every Chicago game. I even know Bears fans – total rubes that, under normal circumstances, refuse to even entertain a single negative thought about their beloved squad – that seem put off by the man. They cheer for him, of course, but you can tell they don’t really like the guy. And how could they?
Cutler, it seems, is a genetic freak of un-likeability. Even if he was actively trying to play the villain – like LeBron James his first season in Miami – he wouldn’t come off as big a prick as he does by just being himself.
Baby Jay, as he is generally known for his petulant attitude, broke into the league with a double chin and bowl cut. This was not as adorable on Cutler as it is on many unassuming losers; instead, Jay wore it in some sort of frat boy defiance. From day one with the Broncos (his first team), the Vanderbilt product acted like the spoiled bratty kid down the street with Kool-Aid stains around his mouth. I remember one anecdote of an early training camp in Cutler’s career: he was throwing passes in warm-ups, and a rookie receiver made the mistake of trying to enjoy himself and caught a ball one-handed. Cutler wouldn’t stand for this, the man disgracing his golden passes by catching one nonchalantly. He raced down the practice field and grabbed the receiver by his jersey, screaming at him, “If you ever fucking do that again, I’m never throwing you another fucking pass in my life!” I have no idea why Baby Jay took such exception to a simple one handed catch – the rookie caught the ball, after all – but I don’t understand a lot about him.
Like why he would visibly tell his own fans to shut up, essentially blaming them for his own inability to get a play off:
Or why he would cuss out one of his offensive lineman on the sideline, then proceed to shove him simply because he gave up a sack:
Or why, when given the opportunity to apologize, he refused and instead decided to once again criticize the media.
It’s always someone else’s fault, isn’t it Jay?
Even if we put aside his constant bitching and moaning, condescending looks and propensity to throw the ball to the other team, I think what really makes us hate Jay Cutler is his abuse of those he’s supposed to protect. We can handle condemnation of the media – hundreds of pro athletes have done this. We can handle his poor on-field body language, his inability to connect with fans, and his perma-frown. These things might make us dislike him, but not hate him. But when Baby Jay publicly derides his teammates, time and time again, it just doesn’t seem right. Even the most controversial and disliked sports figures in history never seemed to blame their supporting cast in the way Cutler does on a consistent basis. No matter how much a star athlete is criticized, almost never are they accused of not having their teammates’ backs, because they almost always do.
But not Cutler. Where most successful NFL quarterbacks will lift their teammates up after a mistake, Baby Jay will dismiss them with a wave of the hand and turn his back to go sit by himself on the bench. After every missed block, dropped pass, or even interception, Cutler offers no pats on the back or motivating words, only scowls and derogatory screaming. He sees himself in a different light than his teammates, almost like he deserves better. And to fans, that is just wrong.
And to another extent, we can’t understand why this man can’t just be happy. It’s true we outside observers have no real idea what goes on in his private life, but I’ve yet to talk to anyone who’s seen Cutler smile, joke, or have any sort of human moment publicly. No realistic stretch of the imagination could arrive at a conclusion other than that Jay Cutler is a fairly miserable person. And why? He is an NFL quarterback. Honestly, he has a pretty damn good arm. He’s loaded. And he’s engaged to some delicious young starlet (or pseudo starlet; they tell me she was a cast member of Laguna Beach or The Hills, which is apparently still relevant). How is this not a life that would at least elicit the occasional smirk?
Cutler and his fiancée had their first child on August 8. I imagine on delivery day he emerged from the womb, took one look at the glorious new world laid out before him, shook his head and disappointedly proclaimed, “This place totally blows.”