*UPDATE at 1:18PM: Ray Rice has been let go from the Baltimore Ravens with the new video evidence that has surfaced*
There are jerks, there are a-holes, and then there are monsters. Ray Rice lies somewhere just beyond monster. TMZ have released a video (see below) showing the Baltimore Ravens running back punching the lights out of his wife, Janay Palmer, in an elevator.
The incident took place at the Atlantic City-based Revel Hotel and Casino on February 15th this year, back when Palmer was still his fiancée (she’s now his wife). Prior to this, the only video of the incident showed Rice dragging an unconscious Palmer out of the elevator.
In the new surveillance video, we see Rice hitting Palmer, being hit back, and then delivering the final blow. This punch lifts Palmer off her feet. She hits the handrail hard, then flops onto the elevator floor. When the elevator door opens, Rice simply drags her away.
Any man who hits a woman is a man who loses his self-respect and the respect of everyone around him. For an athlete who’s in the limelight and whom kids look up to, calling this atrocious is an understatement. Ray Rice, at the least, deserved to get a two-year ban, though what he deserved was a lifetime ban. But what punishment did the NFL give him? A two-match ban, no more. This is despite the likelihood that the NFL had already seen this new surveillance video prior to the sentencing.
What made this sentencing bizarre is that it’s much lighter than the sentence for smoking weed, which is a season-long ban. So, according to NFL logic, smoking weed is almost ten times worse than hitting a woman. Granted, they’ve recently introduced a tougher sentence on NFL players who physically assault their spouses: the first offense causes a six-match ban and a second offense causes a lifetime ban. A little too late, though.
Meanwhile, Palmer (why did she even marry the bastard, anyway?) wakes up every day knowing she’s the wife of a physically abusive athlete who can hit her if she does anything to even mildly displease him. The wise thing would be to take her things, call a divorce attorney and get the hell out of there. But love does weird things to people.