As his certain release from the Dolphins approached, Joey Porter ran around flapping his Peezy hole, trashing Dolphins staff, and doing everything possible to paint himself the injured party and to make it appear as if the exit was his idea.

It just goes down like that sometimes. For the most part, organizations take the public high road and let their bratty children save face because they can privately inform their peers just how horrible/rabble-rousing/difficult a player was when they catch up on the phone or at league functions. The NFL: pretty much a giant, bitchy sorority, which is at least half of its appeal.

The high road, however, doesn't mean they don't get their own back in subltle ways we can all enjoy. When asked about Porter's premature release today at the NFL combine, Dolphins general manager Jeff Ireland offered the verbal equivalent of laughing at an angry, flailing child while holding him off with long adult arms:

"None of the talk off the field had anything to do with why we attemped to release him. It’s all based on performance on the field."

Oooh, burn! That's exactly the kind of dig we can get behind. Polite on its face, but the one true and cutting thing Joey Porter couldn't have and didn't want said about himself: he's just not that good anymore.

Porter's always been a handful, but he's generally been worth the headaches so he's gotten away with it. Now that he's old and less effective, he's just a mouth. And no one -- no matter how much Porter tries to make it appear otherwise -- is going to be paying him $6 million for that.