Jammerson Irving was lucky to be playing professional football so early after his dismissal from his college team, but he knew that his time in the development league, in Tijuana no less, might be the last time to enjoy his youth before the rigors of professional football became his daily reality. It also didn't hurt that the Tijuana media was almost non-existent outside the stadium. Jammerson was a native Jamaican and part-time Rastafarian, and calmed his nerves with a joint, some Bob Marley tunes, and a bacon and egg breakfast prepared for him by his cleaning lady. As he found out the hard way in during week 3, the last thing you need is bad tacos before a game - he dropped 4 passes and barely avoided shitting himself on the sidelines.
Jammerson loved attention, loved social media, and didn't take anything outside of football seriously. It got him into trouble in college, resulting in some serious negative publicity and a strict no-media edict imposed upon him by his father and agent. However, after being drafted earlier than expected, and also thousands of miles away from the his safety net, Jammerson had recently rejoined twitter and made it a point tweet his fans before each game. He didn't have many, not anymore, but that would change.
Proving his doubters wrong was what inspired him on game days, and there was no better way to get his personal bulletin board material than the ever-present twitter troll army. And as long as he didn't post anything inflammatory, what could go wrong?
Jammerson loved attention, loved social media, and didn't take anything outside of football seriously. It got him into trouble in college, resulting in some serious negative publicity and a strict no-media edict imposed upon him by his father and agent. However, after being drafted earlier than expected, and also thousands of miles away from the his safety net, Jammerson had recently rejoined twitter and made it a point tweet his fans before each game. He didn't have many, not anymore, but that would change.
Proving his doubters wrong was what inspired him on game days, and there was no better way to get his personal bulletin board material than the ever-present twitter troll army. And as long as he didn't post anything inflammatory, what could go wrong?