By Kevin Murphy

Terrell Owens and his agent, Drew “Almost-as-Famous-as-an-Actual-Athlete” Rosenhaus, have conspired to perform a media circus in what appears to be a last-ditch effort to get Owens back in the spotlight.

It would be one thing if T.O. were to be called in for a tryout by a couple of struggling teams looking for a receiver, or more likely, looking for a gimmick to sell a couple of tickets. But Owens, 37 years old and coming off two knee surgeries, has not even been offered that.

Instead, Terrell organized his own workout, to which he invited all NFL teams to watch him perform. His goal was to prove that he still has what it takes to play at a high level in the NFL.

I admit, I’m no scout, so I’ll give any NFL team that watched him perform and signed him the benefit of the doubt. Unfortunately for Owens, not a single NFL team sent a scout. This tells me one of three things.

Teams either think T.O. is too old, too beat up or too much of a distraction to be of any service to them. I’m inclined to believe it is a combination of the three, with a heaping serving of unwanted distraction.

T.O’s days have come and gone the way of the wildcat offense.

It’s over.

Now it’s time for Terrell to find his way back onto some horrible reality television show. Of course, I know he won’t give up the attention he’s managed to get without a fight.

Perhaps he should consider marrying a Kardashian.

In an interview after his workout, Owens told ESPN’s Rachel Nichols, “I’m not going to give up just for the sake of giving up.”

I’d ask him to give up for his own legacy’s sake, if not for the sake of my T.V. set.