Nope. We’re not gonna cry. He’s still the shirtless dancing ogre-bro to all of us. Trying to elicit sympathy for a pornstar banging, millionaire bro-hemoth, is like trying to squeeze Smirnoff Ice from a stone. All anyone cares about is watching him spike the shit out of ball against the Jets this weekend. Which he will, because he’s playing (and projected by ESPN to have 10 fantasy points).