Mm-hmm. Yyyyyeah. And I got this plot of land in the Everglades…
So Michael Irvin survives an attempted car-jacking by simply “being Michael Irvin.” According to his tale, a pair of fully armed ruffians in a pickup truck pulled up next to Mike’s Range Rover, intent on robbing or car-jacking him, or just plain blowing his head off for kicks and giggles. He said that he saw the gun and he “knew what time it was.”
Knew what time it was??? (Ever wanna just slap somebody? I mean, honestly.)
Anyway, having instantly recognized him, the would-be killers instead retracted their automatic weapons and nattered on good-naturedly with Mr. ESPN about Cowboys football. Whew. Good thing Irvin’s a Dallas fan, eh?
Shyeah right. I’m more inclined to believe the assumptions flying around that it was a drug deal that almost went bad. (But I’m just a Mean Girl this morning, so pay me no nevermind.)
Even more hilarious were the reader comments I saw after checking the story on several different websites. Some gems at ESPN.com:
Why couldn’t this happen to one of the meaner Cowboys, like Pacman or T.O.? Why did it have to happen to a great person like Michael Irvin, who never did coke in his entire life, never cheated on his wife with multiple prostitutes, and never had a crackpipe in his car while he was a commentator at ESPN?
Post: Too bad [the criminals] weren’t 49ers fans.
Reply: 49ers have fans?
[Putting away the guns] was a professional courtesy on the men’s part in the truck.
HAaaAAA — I rarely laugh out loud while reading reaction comments, but some of these were priceless.
On a more serious note, I was sad to read last night that Ricardo Montalban died.
Yeesh, another snow day today. Now I have no choice but to bury myself at this box and get that practice essay written. Joy. Please send me some email or comment luv. I’m going to need a diversion.
Fink out (of excuses to procrastinate). OK, just this one more:
Here was my drive home yesterday. That’s snow covering ice. Delightful.