Rex knows. In fact, he cringes at the replays, too. He can’t believe the No. 8 guy in the burgundy-and-gold jersey went for broke so often, even though his receivers love that he has that Favre-esque confidence in them to make a play.
“That’s what I’ve been working on — trying to stay consistent and letting the game come to me and making the plays that are there,” he says. “I don’t know why I’ve always wanted to hit a home run. I don’t know why I’ve always wanted to shoot a three-pointer. I don’t know why I’ve always wanted to make the big play. But that’s just who I am. But I have to tame that.”
Rex pauses reflectively. “I still have a winning record in the NFL. Bottom line is my career has not been as good as I wanted it to and not everything turned out the way I planned. But I still think I’m capable. That’s just me with my public statement.”
Privately — let her rip, baby.
He is the epitome of Forrest Gump’s mama, when she said, “Life is like a box of chocolates.” With Rex, you really don’t know what you’re going to get.
This being his sixth one-year contract in a row — and third time in four years he’s making the league minimum salary for veterans — he doesn’t exactly convey stability. But something about Grossman sticking around so long, through thick and thin, from Super Bowl starter to third-string backup, makes me admire him.
“I’ve always believed in myself,” he says. “I feel like someone that has taken a team to the Super Bowl, that has talent, that just needs to tame himself every once in a while and be a little more consistent, I think that’s pretty good value.
“I can show you a lot of players around the league are getting paid more than me and better playing time situations that I can make a case for. . . . I know what I can do. The coaches know me, what I’m about and what I can do and what I can’t do.”
He keeps going, beating himself up at times.
“And the number one thing is turnovers — eliminating turnovers. Other than that, I can play. How do you eliminate turnovers? You stay within yourself. Problem is, things aren’t going real well, I try to make ’em go well. That’s been my downfall. But I can also like every throw and get hot and dice you up.”
Rex pauses once more, thinking deeply about the why-are-you-still-here question.
“Pat White did a good job [against Tennessee], and I’m happy for him,” he says. “I want to feel real good about how I played. But it’s not up to me to justify myself.”
Nope. You don’t have to say anything else, Rex.
When cut-down day comes, we know who is staying and who is going, who is a training-camp body who is a lock for eternity — death, taxes and Rex.
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