I’m not Stetson Bennett’s dad. (If I were, I’d be Stetson Bennett III.) I’m not his agent. I’m not his coach. I’m just a guy who has the greatest admiration for what Bennett – author of the greatest story in the history of college football – has done. My intent isn’t to scold. It’s simply to suggest that Stetson Bennett IV have a talk with himself.
Early Sunday, Bennett was arrested in Dallas, Texas, on the charge of public intoxication. Not for DUI. Not for being too young to drink. (He’s 25.) For knocking on doors and appearing inebriated at 6 a.m. CST.
Hours later, the quarterback who led Georgia to consecutive national championships was caught on video emerging from a heavy metal door. He was accompanied by two police officers. He carried a bottle of water. He bowed his head, which was shrouded by a hood. He entered an SUV. As the vehicle drove away, he bent so deeply his face was obscured.
