Ok, none of us are angels, of course. Well, MOST of us are not angels, so I'm not judging the act perpetrated here. I'm remarking on the sheer and absolute stupidity of the act. And while I do know a bit about his history, I can't begin to say that I have a clue what's going on in LT's life these days.
However, I must say, how can he be THIS stupid??
First of all, I'm not sure why he's having to pay for sex -- I'm sure he can still rely on his past fame to get some, especially here in good old New York, New York. I'm sure that there are still standing ovations and many pats on the back whenever he steps into any NY or NJ bar...along with more than a few both old and young women who would latch onto any famous guy in their midst in a second. This guy is a bit of a legend here, with two Super Bowl trophies and the honor of being an NFL Hall of Famer. Hell, lesser athletes and even the average, good looking guy walking down the street can get lucky with the ladies on much less. So, why would he end up paying for sex in a seedy roadside motel in a tryst arranged by some seedy pimp? The entire scenario just defies logic. Just plain dumb, really. Dumb, dumb, DUMB.
Anyhow, let's just say he stepped in it big time, now that it has been found out that the girl is underage (and, like, couldn't you tell???). To their credit, law enforcement is also going after this pimp big time, but in the meantime, Lawrence Taylor can kiss any hint of future endorsements or future anythings goodbye. Hey, he just got that Nutrisystem contract recently, but guess what? That just went up in smoke. They dropped him like a hot potato. For an aging athlete with his glory days tucked far, far back in the past, these endorsement opportunities become fewer and farther in between. That football money only lasts but so long -- after a while you look up and realize that you still need to do something to pay the bills. He just shot himself in the foot on that one, trust me.
What makes these famous people do such stupid things? For not so famous folks, it's different - the press isn't there waiting for you to f up, and even if they were, they wouldn't give a damn. We get to commit all of our little sins and faux pas in the shadows. However, for the famous, and even the almost famous - not so much.
I can only ponder "what the hell were they thinking?"