 How the mighty have fallen. Sometimes the greatest, well, just like the rest of us, sometimes blessed, sometimes cursed. But these self-inflicted wounds seem to be stacking up. We'll follow this story. I'm not sure where it goes. Not the kind of pleasant story you want to tell, but you have to because Jamarcus Russell at one time was on top of the mountain. Coming up, I really want to give a guy by the name of Leon Rose his flowers.