Well that was weird. But seriously, this is kindof like what 3 did when I said the blog redesign was over and we could go ahead and start blogging again. He jumped like a little school girl, screaming names like Alex Burrows, and Biting, and Bruins, and Lebron Lucifer. Just pure bliss.Seriously though, is Drew Rosenhaus geniune here, or just a prick? Honestly, does he think he's Jerry Mcguire? Is he Plaxico Burress's ambassador of quan? This has to be on of the more awkward greetings of all time. I love how small Drew Rosenhaus is compared to Plax. It reminded me of the first time I saw Humpy Dumpy up at Story Land in New Hampshire (rep it 3). Just ran and hugged that half broken egg like he was my savior. Anyway, I'm really surprised Plax didn't just truck Rosenhaus or kick his ass. It'd be like a spontaneous episode of cops, and then we would never have to hear from Plaxico "Ellis Hobbs Can't Cover me on the Goalline" Burress again.
PS. Since when can you bring a louis vouton rolly suitcase to jail? I could have sworn in all of the movies it's like "we had the shirts on our back and that was that."
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