Sun SentinelHe’s fun. At least if your parameters for fun include saying “I’m thinking of going into porn.” He’s entertaining. As long as you’re entertained by a Dolphin wearing gold cleats and black fingernail polish in practice because, “I was hanging with (rock star) Gene Simmons in the offseason, working on music, being a hippie, smoking weed.” Chad Johnson can play a room of reporters willing to laugh at the drop of anf-bomb, which he also sprinkles judiciously into conversation. But here’s the relevant question: Can he still play the game? He can make the media laugh, as he did at training camp Wednesday, with a reality-show personality that asks, “Anyone here smoke weed?” Can he still play? “Are you watching?” he said. “Have you been out there? I’m fast as s—.” “I’m going to take all the rookies for lunch to (the strip club) Tootsies,” he said.

Chad Johnson just combined football, porn, weed, music, cursing, and comedy into one press conference. Like he read my mind and just ran down the list of points to hit for me to absolutely fall back in love with him. No wonder it didn’t work out for him in New England. People can’t even smoke in that tight-ass stadium. Chad didn’t stand a chance fitting in up there. Square peg never goes into the round hole. Glad to see CJ once again feeling comfortable in his own skin. No pressure to perform. No hooded evil empire coach constantly hovering over your shoulder. Just chillin in Miami blasting Rick Ross out of Lamborghinis and trying to stay above the practice squad.

Make Hard Knocks watchable, Chad.