So, what’s the moral of this salary story? It’s simple. Matt Leinart found a way to turn his football fame into a comfy, low-stress second act. He’s not sweating the play calls anymore. He’s just sweating whether to wear the blue tie or the red one on air. And for a couple million a year, I think he’s fine with that.
Next time you’re stuck in traffic listening to sports radio, and you hear his voice, just smile. He’s probably driving a nice car, sipping an iced coffee, and laughing all the way to the bank. And honestly? Good for him. We should all be so lucky to get paid for doing what we love—even if what we love is just talking about other people doing the hard work.
