Can The Bengals Satisfy Joe Burrow?

Or are his aspirations too big for ownership?

Nothing about Joe Burrow goes unscrutinized in our fair Republic. His performance, his outfits, his house. The robberies of his house. And his words.

In a short time, Burrow has all but mastered the art of verbal persuasion. Sometimes subtle, sometimes cannon boom. Everything he says comes with a purpose. I used to marvel at Rick Pitino, whose postgame pressers could be motivational works of art. Burrow’s ability to talk as good a game as he plays is becoming Slick Rick-esque.

Here’s a translation of Burrow’s sideline rant late in the Bengals W over unfortunate Tennessee. It’s an F-fest, a two-minute drill in the art of not being OK with being OK.

Burrow’s pissed and inconsolable. He gives voice to what some of the rest of us were thinking as we watched the last several minutes of that 60-minute mistake-o-rama.