Yesterday I told Larry Fitzgerald I ran the 40 in about seven seconds. On a good day. I challenged him to a race, and he laughingly agreed. For the record, Amar'e Stoudemire declined an invitation to have a high-jump contest with me, so by default, I win. You lose, Amar'e. In your face!
The Nike folks in attendance tried to put a stop to it—afraid, I guess, that he might hurt himself jogging against a 30-year-old guy who always finished near the back of the back even in high school—but Larry wasn't having it: "I'll race all day. That's what I do."
We agreed to race for a dollar. Then putting me on the spot when the time came, Larry flipped the script and upped the ante. I ended up losing a digital camera and a pair of Nike Air Tra1ners. But I was OK with that. Here's why.
5) It wasn't my camera—sorry, Yardbarker!
4) They weren't my shoes. It's easy to spend money when it's not yours.
3) Amar'e Stoudemire told me I'd have a shot. Actually, he told me I'd lose by only 20 yards if Larry was wearing flip-flops. Somehow this boosted my confidence.
2) $1,200 cameras? Try $200. Bloggers not doing research and/or believing whatever they read.Lazy. Lazy. Lazy. Speaking of lazy, at least I ran. You're probablysitting on the couch eating Cheetos. Don't pretend like you're not.Your keyboard is orange. Fatty likes his treats.
1) The Internet thinks I'm still in my 20s.
