Title: DeShawn Goes Vick
Iowahorse - April 30, 2008 05:58 AM (GMT)
DeShawn Goes Vick
DC SPORTS BY DAN STEINBERG
Hmm, this month has worked out pretty well. I've gone from being a fairly obscure shooting guard--perhaps best-known for my back tattoo featuring my name and uniform number adorned with dollar signs and bullet holes--to a national sports figure with a sizzling beef against one of the NBA's best players and one of hip-hop's biggest stars, backed only by a teenage anthem creator and a little-known D.C. rapper.
I've thrown an off-the-wall '80s-themed birthday party, received write-ups on the sites of The New Republic, New York Magazine and Entertainment Weekly, found my way onto a list of the five hardest foulers of the postseason, slashed my neck on national television, earned a $25,000 fine for being menacing, promised to boycott a club and become one of the most hated and scorned figures in Cleveland sports. Cool!
But something's missing. Something to make absolutely sure I never land that mainstream endorsement deal. Some crowning gesture--ridiculously, brazenly dark and disturbing-- that perfectly sums up what I've done this month: turned myself into a comic-book villain, a prototypical WWE heel, a man you might hate but simply can't ignore.
Hold up, I've got it! What if I wear a Michael Vick jersey and an Atlanta Falcons cap during my arrival at our Cleveland hotel before Game 5?
Go ahead, try to think of a better crowning gesture than this one.
(Awful images via Comcast SportsyNet.)
DC SPORTS BY DAN STEINBERG
Hmm, this month has worked out pretty well. I've gone from being a fairly obscure shooting guard--perhaps best-known for my back tattoo featuring my name and uniform number adorned with dollar signs and bullet holes--to a national sports figure with a sizzling beef against one of the NBA's best players and one of hip-hop's biggest stars, backed only by a teenage anthem creator and a little-known D.C. rapper.
I've thrown an off-the-wall '80s-themed birthday party, received write-ups on the sites of The New Republic, New York Magazine and Entertainment Weekly, found my way onto a list of the five hardest foulers of the postseason, slashed my neck on national television, earned a $25,000 fine for being menacing, promised to boycott a club and become one of the most hated and scorned figures in Cleveland sports. Cool!
But something's missing. Something to make absolutely sure I never land that mainstream endorsement deal. Some crowning gesture--ridiculously, brazenly dark and disturbing-- that perfectly sums up what I've done this month: turned myself into a comic-book villain, a prototypical WWE heel, a man you might hate but simply can't ignore.
Hold up, I've got it! What if I wear a Michael Vick jersey and an Atlanta Falcons cap during my arrival at our Cleveland hotel before Game 5?
Go ahead, try to think of a better crowning gesture than this one.
(Awful images via Comcast SportsyNet.)
BnB - April 30, 2008 09:43 AM (GMT)
I don't even know who this guy is but I like him. Fuck the world! nr6
eplayerj - April 30, 2008 11:56 AM (GMT)
I really find it funny that this is news worthy. There are so many dumb ass people upset at Vick that the slight mention of his name draws all of this attention. Get a life you lifeless bums. 8DRTV75 While your at it go f@#k your dog!
Flight58 - April 30, 2008 12:13 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE (Iowahorse @ Apr 29 2008, 11:58 PM) |
| DeShawn Goes Vick DC SPORTS BY DAN STEINBERG Hmm, this month has worked out pretty well. I've gone from being a fairly obscure shooting guard--perhaps best-known for my back tattoo featuring my name and uniform number adorned with dollar signs and bullet holes--to a national sports figure with a sizzling beef against one of the NBA's best players and one of hip-hop's biggest stars, backed only by a teenage anthem creator and a little-known D.C. rapper. I've thrown an off-the-wall '80s-themed birthday party, received write-ups on the sites of The New Republic, New York Magazine and Entertainment Weekly, found my way onto a list of the five hardest foulers of the postseason, slashed my neck on national television, earned a $25,000 fine for being menacing, promised to boycott a club and become one of the most hated and scorned figures in Cleveland sports. Cool! But something's missing. Something to make absolutely sure I never land that mainstream endorsement deal. Some crowning gesture--ridiculously, brazenly dark and disturbing-- that perfectly sums up what I've done this month: turned myself into a comic-book villain, a prototypical WWE heel, a man you might hate but simply can't ignore. Hold up, I've got it! What if I wear a Michael Vick jersey and an Atlanta Falcons cap during my arrival at our Cleveland hotel before Game 5? Go ahead, try to think of a better crowning gesture than this one. (Awful images via Comcast SportsyNet.) |
This guy is an attention whore.
Who is he anywhay?