ESPN's Rick Reilly stole the line yesterday in his review of Ochocinco's book:
The luckiest stiffs in this business are the people who write The New York Times Book Review. When awful jockographies come in, they get to play the how-strong-is-our-shredder game. Here, we have to read them. Worse, we have to review them in such a way that we aren't on the wrong end of a helmet-to-head collision next time we're on the sideline. Just once I'd like to see the effete NYTBRers try that.
Well done, Jon. It was much funnier in 2006. But if you'd like to read the rest of Reilly's homoerotic undertones - knock yourself out.



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