So sayeth Rick Morrissey.
If I were Matt Forte’s agent, I’d say to him: ‘‘Matt, baby, sweetheart, you know I love you more than life itself, more than my own family and almost as much as my stock portfolio. But it’s over. Sign the deal. You’re not going to get the money you want from those dastardly Bears, who don’t appreciate you or the 3 percent I get.’’
I’m not Forte’s agent, but somebody needs to talk some sense into the running back. Or somebody needs to talk some sense into his agent. It’s pretty simple: Running backs’ worth has taken a nosedive in the last few years. Teams still want Walter Payton, Jim Brown and Barry Sanders, but they don’t want to pay them, not when the shelf life at the position is perceived to be that of a gallon of milk.