Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Well, We Pooped Our Pants

"Where I am right now, it's scary," quoth Ray Lewis, in a new espn.com article. We are, indeed, scared. Even though we've never come in contact with Ray Lewis, we're kind of nervous a lot of the time that he might sneak up from behind and pilfer our trachea, Roadhouse-style.

It's our hunch that Ray Lewis proclaiming himself scary is bad news for the rest of the NFL, and for fools who act up in night clubs in Atlanta. This is certainly one of the best linebackers ever to play the game, and unquestionably the best obstructor of justice ever to lace 'em up, and he feels like he's in the best shape of his career? That's trouble. We can only hope that Jamal Lewis' best shape of his career is good enough to run RayRay over. Otherwise, we're scared Jamal's head will go on Ray's wall next to Kevan Barlow's.

A few of our favorite nuggets from the story: who, in the name of God, is Ray's wrestling partner, and does he get hazard pay? He's sleeping 10-14 hours a night (cool?), what was keeping him from sleeping that much before? We think joining with the Juice to form a crimesolving task force. Finally, we love that his mom is involved in regular talks about his weight lifting and training. Somehow, we just can't picture ever saying the words, "so, Mom, we squat cleaned 280 today"...

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