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We’ve covered that Ben Roethlisberger and Matt Leinart are not SuperPoking ™ each other on Facebook, but the Matt Leinart Remember When I Was Joe College And Everybody Thought I Was GreatPSYCH Express just keeps chugging along.

Guess who’s having a hard time finding fatherhood tough to squeeze in between taking snaps, sexing up ASU Sigma Tau’s, and reassuring Nick Lachey that getting several barbed wire/tribal tattoos eight years ago was not a decision lacking foresight?

Bryn Cameron, mother to Leinart’s baby, had a big plate of scorn to dish out for Daddy Matt. Quotes after the jump.

“It’s kind of hard for me as the mom — I’m with Cole [the baby] probably 99.9 percent of the time — to open a magazine or read a newspaper article with Matt saying, Oh, I love being a dad. I love changing diapers. I love doing this. I’m like, Wait, what?’ ” said Cameron, who added, “I don’t know how to word how he is about this, but it’s been hard when I’m doing all the work, but he gets all the credit for it.
Matt comes and goes whenever he wants,” Cameron said. [...] “I don’t want to sit here and bad-mouth his lifestyle, but it is hard because we are different people. He likes that Hollywood stuff and I don’t like that and raising a kid together, you have to work together as parents, but we’re so different. It’s hard, but I have to raise Cole to be a strong, secure kid so he knows what’s right and wrong, what’s good and bad and what really matters in life, which isn’t what’s going on in Hollywood or who’s dating who. That’s not what it’s all about, and I think he’ll know that being raised by me.”

Something tells me that Brynn isn’t going to be teaching young Cole a three-step drop anytime soon.

Of course, Brynn is probably a little peeved that Matt’s shirking his responsibility, but I think the giant slabs of hypocrisy that he spews for the press probably rankle her a little bit too.

“It’s different. You’re forced to do all those little things. I love doing it, and I love being with him. I change diapers all the time. You never would think you had so much enjoyment, like kissing someone’s toes and feet – the little things. Like, that’s my little guy. I have a great time with him.”

Leinart went on to say, “Yea, I have a great time, but dude can never get past security at Scorch, and they’re having a foam party, so you know how it is. Don’t worry, Cliff, I’ll text you sometime.”

And the analysis I did for the great guys at Blue-Gray Sky of an Esquire puff piece back from the days when Leinart was the guy who loved college so much he wanted to come back for his senior year, even thought it was really because he needed elbow surgery and decided he needed to bang a few more coeds while taking a ballroom dancing class reads a bit differently. It paints Leinart and Brynn as two down-home lovebirds, just trying to make sense of this crazy thing called love.

On the [Leinart's] dash, there’s a picture of him and Brynn standing on the beach, the sand warm under their bare feet. They look good: tall, tanned, white teeth. Leinart has his football jersey on.

Doesn’t everybody have that moment when you find an old picture of your puppy love, and then you recall with heavy nostalgia the times before you impregnated her and had to change your iPhone number every time she managed to hunt it down? Oh, crazy, unbastardized youth.

Matt Leinart Knows Best: Wait, So Whose Diapers Is He Changing Then? – Deadspin