On what should be one of the top few days of a guys life -- when he's signing a fat contract to play the game he loves, all anyone in Vernon Gholston's new home town wants to talk about is Brett Favre.
Sorry, VernGholston's contract, worth somewhere in the $30-$50m ballpark, with $21m guaranteed, was signed at 4:30AM and checks in at a whopping 250 pages. Big news for Gholston and the Jets, right?
Not quite.
After ESPN broke the news that the Jets had received permission to talk to Brett Favre, the press conference organized to discuss the contract signing turned into the Brett Favre show:
The Favre-related questions came at Mangini, one after another, and his facial expressions went from smiling to frowning. Finally, he pleaded for questions about Vernon Gholston, the Jets’ first-round pick, who signed a contract Friday.
Welcome to the Big Apple, kid.
There's no truth yet as to whether the Jets decided to buck the trend against prohibiting athletes from doing things in fear of hurting themselves in favor of clauses prohibiting Gholston from hurting others. Like no inadvertent flexing lest he shatter every window within a five mile radius.
HERO. A Penn State student was arrested in their indoor facility wearing only a pair of jeans and a team helmet, clutching a replica of the 2007 Alamo Bowl trophy.
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Good for the Penn St. student. Lord knows I've woken from a drunken binge holding far worse than an Alamo Bowl trophy.
Nice, Tyler! Our whole readership just experienced a few flashbacks they'd just as soon forget. Those were the days.
Yeh, I think most of us would rather not have anyone (let alone everyone) know about our drunken escapades. At least PSU Kid wasn't peeing on the trophy case.
If Facebook had been around back in the day, I'd never be able to get a job again.
True story. I was living on South Padre Island, Texas (yes, the same place that got it by the hurricane last week) an unnamed number of years ago and it was Spring Break. My roommate and I were leaving for work and walked out of our condo ~6:00 am (still dark out). We immediately stopped in our tracks and noticed a shirtless male Spring Breaker DRY HUMPING a palm tree across the street. He realizes we've caught him in his defilement of Island vegitation and takes off running across a grassy, marshy, empty lot. About 10 yards into his sprint to freedom he hits a hole, twists his ankle, and does a header into the bog. He's undeterred though. He quickly (15-20 seconds) composes himself, gets up moaning and continues limping through the bog. My roommate and I couldn't move due to the laughter for maybe 10 minutes. Still, one of the funniest things I've ever witnessed.
I'm not gonna lie. I was thinking the punchline of your tree-humping story was Brett Favre, somehow.