If he scores...I hope he does it. It would be interesting to see what happens.
I think he will tell a certain section before hand though so he doesn't get beat up...it would be dumb to just go and jump in there.
Tom Archdeacon: Chad's pads may take a Pounding
By Tom Archdeacon
the Dayton Daily News
Thursday, September 13, 2007
CINCINNATI — Six days after withstanding everything the bruising Ray Lewis and the rest of the hard-hitting, top-ranked Baltimore Ravens defense could do to him on the Monday Night Football stage, Chad Johnson plans to mix it up with a tougher bunch.
He wants to dive into the Dawg Pound.
Taking a break from preparations for Sunday's game in Cleveland, the Bengals' carnival barker started thinking out loud Wednesday about some sort of special touchdown celebration for the Browns.
"This is the rock 'n' roll city, isn't it?" he was saying before quieting ... and then beaming, as if he realized he'd just drawn single coverage by a rookie defender:
"I'm jumping in the Dawg Pound, that'll be fun. That's some real entertainment right there!"
If you know the Pound, you know it might be a little more reality show than the Bengals receiver has bargained for.
The Browns have some of the NFL's most rabid fans, especially in the Dawg Pound, those east end-zone bleachers where you find high-decibel denizens wearing everything from dog masks and bone-shaped hats to thick, studded collars.
And that's just the women.
The scene is Halloween on steroids and brew. The new stadium's Pound is a sanitized version of its namesake in old Cleveland Stadium, where, in a 1989 game, ref Tom Dooley made the teams switch sides so the Denver Broncos no longer would get pelted with batteries and other debris.
Six years ago at the new stadium, Dawg Pounders and others saluted a bad call by hurling plastic beer bottles — some filled with liquid other than beer — at the Jacksonville Jaguars. Game officials sent both teams to the locker rooms until order was restored.
"I love the Dawg Pound," Johnson said. "They talk trash. They're good. They let me have it, my momma, the kids. They let it rip.
"There's this gentleman (John 'Big Dawg' Thompson) who sits in the front row, and every year since my rookie year I go up and talk to him. He's a heavy-set guy who wears a mask. This year I'll let him know, 'I'm gonna jump in there, so if y'all beat up on me, don't hit me too hard.' "
Usually Johnson's touchdown celebrations — from giving CPR to the football to Irish jigging like Michael Flatley — are one-man shows.
Once, he took the hand of a cheerleader for a sideline marriage proposal, and sometimes he enlists fellow receiver T. J. Houshmandzadeh to fetch his props, as was the case Monday with that oversized Hall of Fame jacket he donned.
"If I don't come out (of the Pound)," Johnson grinned, "T.J. and them better come in and get me."
One guy who won't join the rescue is quarterback Carson Palmer, who laughed and shook his head: "I hope he doesn't do it because there are some crazy fans there. They might tear Chad apart ... I hope he makes it back out — in one piece."
Johnson waved off concern: "So what, I got pads on ... And besides, they really love me up there."
Maybe he needs to stop by the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame first and check out that old Everly Brothers song, the one with which Nazareth had such a big hit: "Love Hurts."
I think he will tell a certain section before hand though so he doesn't get beat up...it would be dumb to just go and jump in there.
Tom Archdeacon: Chad's pads may take a Pounding
By Tom Archdeacon
the Dayton Daily News
Thursday, September 13, 2007
CINCINNATI — Six days after withstanding everything the bruising Ray Lewis and the rest of the hard-hitting, top-ranked Baltimore Ravens defense could do to him on the Monday Night Football stage, Chad Johnson plans to mix it up with a tougher bunch.
He wants to dive into the Dawg Pound.
Taking a break from preparations for Sunday's game in Cleveland, the Bengals' carnival barker started thinking out loud Wednesday about some sort of special touchdown celebration for the Browns.
"This is the rock 'n' roll city, isn't it?" he was saying before quieting ... and then beaming, as if he realized he'd just drawn single coverage by a rookie defender:
"I'm jumping in the Dawg Pound, that'll be fun. That's some real entertainment right there!"
If you know the Pound, you know it might be a little more reality show than the Bengals receiver has bargained for.
The Browns have some of the NFL's most rabid fans, especially in the Dawg Pound, those east end-zone bleachers where you find high-decibel denizens wearing everything from dog masks and bone-shaped hats to thick, studded collars.
And that's just the women.
The scene is Halloween on steroids and brew. The new stadium's Pound is a sanitized version of its namesake in old Cleveland Stadium, where, in a 1989 game, ref Tom Dooley made the teams switch sides so the Denver Broncos no longer would get pelted with batteries and other debris.
Six years ago at the new stadium, Dawg Pounders and others saluted a bad call by hurling plastic beer bottles — some filled with liquid other than beer — at the Jacksonville Jaguars. Game officials sent both teams to the locker rooms until order was restored.
"I love the Dawg Pound," Johnson said. "They talk trash. They're good. They let me have it, my momma, the kids. They let it rip.
"There's this gentleman (John 'Big Dawg' Thompson) who sits in the front row, and every year since my rookie year I go up and talk to him. He's a heavy-set guy who wears a mask. This year I'll let him know, 'I'm gonna jump in there, so if y'all beat up on me, don't hit me too hard.' "
Usually Johnson's touchdown celebrations — from giving CPR to the football to Irish jigging like Michael Flatley — are one-man shows.
Once, he took the hand of a cheerleader for a sideline marriage proposal, and sometimes he enlists fellow receiver T. J. Houshmandzadeh to fetch his props, as was the case Monday with that oversized Hall of Fame jacket he donned.
"If I don't come out (of the Pound)," Johnson grinned, "T.J. and them better come in and get me."
One guy who won't join the rescue is quarterback Carson Palmer, who laughed and shook his head: "I hope he doesn't do it because there are some crazy fans there. They might tear Chad apart ... I hope he makes it back out — in one piece."
Johnson waved off concern: "So what, I got pads on ... And besides, they really love me up there."
Maybe he needs to stop by the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame first and check out that old Everly Brothers song, the one with which Nazareth had such a big hit: "Love Hurts."
