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The name's Bond...James Bond.
...is over.
After years of searching, I finally purchased the one throwback jersey I desperately wanted, and received it in the mail today. The jersey sported by the man who first made me a fan of the U of Miami, college football's greatest team over the last two decades. A lesser fan might have settled for the readily available Jim Kelly jersey, and believe me, I considered it. Now that he's retired, I've made my peace with Jimbo, who spoiled many a Miami Dolphin season. But not me; I went for the man who personified UM football for years. A man who was a jerk as a pro, obnoxious as a TV announcer and a complete failure as a human being. A man who admitted to freely cavorting with prostitutes, despite being married, and snorting mountains of coke. In the pros, he wore #88, but in my mind, the only number that counts is #47.
Michael Irvin, baby.
After years of searching, I finally purchased the one throwback jersey I desperately wanted, and received it in the mail today. The jersey sported by the man who first made me a fan of the U of Miami, college football's greatest team over the last two decades. A lesser fan might have settled for the readily available Jim Kelly jersey, and believe me, I considered it. Now that he's retired, I've made my peace with Jimbo, who spoiled many a Miami Dolphin season. But not me; I went for the man who personified UM football for years. A man who was a jerk as a pro, obnoxious as a TV announcer and a complete failure as a human being. A man who admitted to freely cavorting with prostitutes, despite being married, and snorting mountains of coke. In the pros, he wore #88, but in my mind, the only number that counts is #47.
Michael Irvin, baby.