Check out Michael Silver's pimpin' new mug and column name!

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2006/writers/michael_silver/09/05/deuce/index.html

 

I don't think this beats Kelly Dwyer and his boy band haircut.

 

I can't believe you typed that name into SportsJournalists.com, you fool. That's gonna rouse Sandy from his coma.

 

Fool. By not clicking, you missed:

Silver: Dude, those are some sweet white Lacoste kicks.

McAllister: Thanks, man. They're really comfortable.

Silver: You didn't say anything about my fresh Stan Smiths.

(Deuce gives me a look that suggests, politely: No, and that's because, for all I know, they're original Stan Smiths from your childhood ... or maybe they were actually worn by Stan Smith when he played back in the Paleozoic Era.)

 

what a dick

 

Isn't Kelly like 25? In which case, his hair is a lot better than most 25-year-olds I've seen.

 

He's LeBatard, minus the talent.

And who is he supposed to be in the column mug--Greg Brady as Johnny Bravo? Geez. [Yeah, sorry for the Paleozoic Era reference, y'all.]

Most amazing thing is that some woman married this guy.

 

Does Silver realize he's becoming a charicature of himself when he pulls this crap? It's too bad, because he's talented.

 

Lest your forget his lower lip hair...

 

I will at least say that I wish I worked with athletes as accomodating as McAllister. Of course, I felt the line about how Silver might have to blow off the interview to go home was BS. I'm pretty sure his wife and/or the school bus could've gotten his kids to school, and I'd like to think any sensible spouse would've understood that extenuating circumstances at work precluded Silver from being there.

 

No offense to Deuce, whom I've never dealt with, but I'm sure most athletes are accomodating to writers when they know said writer is only there to suck their dick.