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COPYRIGHT 2001 Sporting News Publishing Co.
It might shock you, but I own a Limp Bizkit CD. I drive a silver sports car and recently revved it to 110 on a Chicago expressway. I notice tanned women in thongs as much as any other guy. I sometimes buy stuff at Banana Republic.
I am 40 and legitimately cool, not dysfunctionally influenced like the Kevin Spacey creep in American Beauty. Point is, I'm not some crusty fuddy-duddy unwilling to try new life experiences, which is why I have a certain hip credibility when it comes to 18-to-34 demographical experiments such as the XFL.
And let me tell you, dude, the thing reeked.
A note of gratitude goes out to the masses for smacking down this farcical disgrace to civilized culture. My faith in the American condition has been restored, seeing our country separate the phony world of Vince...
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