Living The Dream

Sometimes, despite all my tough talk here on the boards, I'm a meek pussy-cat when it comes to talking to sources. So are a lot of other journalists. Yet, according to an article in the Village Voice this week, at least one reporter in the Jets locker room recently had the courage (or something) to say what was really on his mind.

"Wide receiver Laveranues Coles took Mangini's dictum that injuries must not be used as excuses—although I have no idea how a fucking concussion isn't a legitimate excuse—to extremes after the Raiders win. Asked about the brutal hit he'd received in the previous week's Dolphins game, he snapped, "Ask me about the playoffs." The reporter took umbrage and turned away, muttering, "Great, now you're telling me what questions to ask."
"What?!"
"Don't tell me what to ask. Fuck you."
"Fuck you! . . . Yeah, boy, you better get far."
"What are you gonna do, huh?"
At which point the Jets' alert PR staff swooped in and gently hustled the reporter away before he could find out.
"Sorry you had to see that," said Coles, who, incidentally, was wearing a sequined Pink Panther T-shirt throughout the exchange. I debated, but ultimately decided against, asking him to show me his tits."