Karma has finally caught up with Terrell Owens.
The Cowboys cut the wide receiver Thursday, ending the third bad marriage of his NFL career.
Owens is the epitome of everything that’s bad in sports.
In a league filled with self-centered prima donnas, T.O. is the biggest diva.
He is a locker-room cancer and has publicly turned on every quarterback he has played with.
He cares more about his touchdown celebrations than his teammates.
There is a reason why three teams have shown him the door, and it’s not because of his on-the-field numbers.
It’s because he’s simply not worth the headache.
Not even for Jerry Jones, who revels in the fact that his team is usually a walking soap opera.
And now at age 35, Owens is not even an elite receiver anymore.
So for now, T.O. can take his Sharpie, pompoms and popcorn and make his way to the unemployment line.
I hear the Raiders are always looking for a washed up, dysfunctional player.
