Yeah. It is photoshopped. That's already been established. Pick any one of eleventy katillion sources. As someone who uses Photoshop on a semi-regular basis, I recognize it as an obvious hack job. And not even a good one.
Does it? I see no actual weed. I don't even see it in his hand. Can't really tell for sure it's him, actually. For all you know the guy in the photo is waving it off or going to throw it out the window.
It is much like Cam. The media is hell-bent on taking him down. Is he giving any and everybody ammunition? Probably a little, but it doesn't take much really. And, when he doesn't give it to them, the haters simply make it up. At this point it would be impossible to sort out what is known, what he's done/not done, what's been blown way out of proportion twisted or embellished, and what's a damn lie. They all get lumped together, and it all becomes "he's acting like Lindsay Lohan....blah blah blah". When he actually gets arrested, or suspended from the team, then I'll pay attention. Until then, it's a lot of noise made by a media and haters that love to see superstars knocked off their perch, and prefer it to be off the field rather than on the field by real competition.
PPPPFFFFFFFFFTTTTT. I'm sure Kaos knows better than they do.
I see better photoshop efforts on here done in MS Paint.
Especially when the player is a threat to the establishment powers of Bammer, USC, tOSU and ND. Like I've said, he's done things. Some questionable. No denying that. It's just being made a national story by people with bad motives. You said it right - he's giving them ammo to do so, as minor as it may be. Now they'll just make up shoot when he goes quiet. Players actually get arrested at thuga and bammer....and still play! JM gets kicked out of a party, takes a hit on a bong or oversleeps - and it's time to stop the damn presses. I guess the PTB up the state don't wanna redux of last years Aggy game.
An ASSISTANT COACH at Bama got busted for possession. Nobody says boo.
Johnny Manziel now keeps high school friend Nate Finch busy as a personal assistant. While Nate explains the insanity of their lives, as if on cue another negative story breaks, this one about Johnny almost being suspended for the season last year after his arrest and coming within five days of transferring. Nate reads the news on his phone and looks concerned. "How'd that get out?" he asks. "Less than 50 people know that. That's someone in the school talking." ... There's been a growing rift between the school and its most important student. It's not just Nate's paranoia about the story, or Johnny's frustrations with the nonfootball, marketing expectation of the school, or his father's sense of injustice that everyone makes money off his son but his son. The rift is more profound. Read More: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/-daily-jolt/news/20130731/jolt-july31/#ixzz2adBVOmkU
His family did too. His parents wanted to get jffmom and jffdad on their license plates -- Johnny F -- ing Football, as the name was originally coined on the A&M message boards -- so caught up in the mania that it took their 17-year-old daughter, Meri, to point out the bad example that might set for the kids who looked up to her brother.
he Twitter negativity became a drug he both hated and couldn't kick, and he stayed on his phone, reading every response, firing back. His father defended him too, getting banned from the TexAgs message board and then, after borrowing a friend's login, getting his friend banned too.
The family is angry about the trophy, which really is a symbol for every little indignity, real and imagined, fueling the rift. This January, Johnny's family wanted his copy of the Heisman, which the school told them hadn't arrived yet from New York, Paul says. So finally Paul contacted the Heisman Trust, which told them it had shipped the trophy directly to Texas A&M. Paul suspected the school misled him, using the second Heisman to double its fundraising and recruiting possibilities. Texas A&M, through a spokesman, appeared baffled at the accusation, and it's difficult to find the line between a lie and a simple miscommunication.
From the Manziels' perspective, everyone, from Sumlin to the school to the NCAA, seems to care deeply, even profoundly, about helping him through, just a little bit less than they care about helping themselves."It's starting to get under our skin," Paul says. "They're so selfish."The Manziels are tired of a coach getting a million dollars and their son getting an appointment with a therapist.
The real problem: Bad parenting, a life of excess fueled by money the family did not work for or earn and what do you get. A crappy, entitled dad who spawns an entitled son. The parents are the real problem here.
In the cart, Paul checks his phone, hoping he's got a text message back from an athletic department official. He'd written: "Everything ok with Johnny? Said he had a meeting with you and Sumlin." Nobody got back to him, and now he fires off a sarcastic bow shot: "Never mind. Don't really care. Sorry to bother you."
Paul knows his son better than anyone else, because he used to be his son. Driving around this golf course makes Paul remember his past. Local rumors linked the family fortune to the mafia, and this filled Paul with anger as he struggled to become a man. He blames his own absent father for not helping him reach his potential as a golfer, for his flaming out on the minitours, but somewhere inside he knows he shares the blame: He let his anger, and his immaturity, derail his dreams. He had the talent to be great, but he lacked something else. "I was a dumbass wanting to fight everybody," Paul says, "and thought I knew it all. I was playing golf and chasing women."
Not long ago, backstage at a country music concert, the two Manziels hung out with some of Johnny's friends. There was Uncle Nate, a high school teammate named Bryan and Johnny's buddy Colton from College Station. Everyone stood around, the band warming up. Without so much as a nod, the Crotch Shot Ninjas struck: Paul punched Nate in the nuts, and, simultaneously, Johnny kicked Bryan and hit Colton, both in the balls, both at the same time, and as the three dudes doubled over and the band howled in laughter, Johnny and Paul gave each other a fist bump.
The waiter arrives mid-rant and asks if Johnny would like another beer."Yes, please," Johnny says quickly, a hard edge to his words.
That night at the Marriott Marquis in Times Square, 44 stories above the street, did he understand? He and Brant -- who'd gotten him into the fight that almost derailed his football career before it began -- tried to process the big hunk of bronze in the room. Breezy drank Heineken. Johnny drank Stella. They wore matching pajama bottoms, talking about the arrest and the improbable months that followed.
Drinking age is 21 nationally.
All states prohibit the purchase or public possession of alcohol by persons under 21, but not all states have 21 as the drinking age. And even for those that have 21 as the drinking age, there are states that allow those under 21 to drink under various circumstances, such as if their parents are present (including Texas). Louisiana even allows you to drink if you're under 21 and married. I guess they realize that you will probably be driven to start drinking after marriage.
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