When you see Paulie Malignaggi heading towards a microphone, you donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know whether to prepare to laugh or to cringe. In reality, usually it turns out to be a little of both.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“When he goes off,Ã¢â‚¬Â his promoter, Lou DiBella, told me with a shrug, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I mean, I sometimesÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ like, I tremor! He goes off and IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m sitting there shaking my headÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â
But itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mostly endearing, right?
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh yeah! ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s definitely mostly endearing, but he says certain things, and then people hold me accountable for things that Paulie says. I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t control PaulieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s month. I mean, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve given up a long time ago censoring Paulie Malignaggi.Ã¢â‚¬Â
After watching national prep school powerhouse Oak Hill edge star-studded St. Patrick on Friday night by one point, I figured I had seen the premier game of the Primetime Shootout.
As it turned out, I was in for a real surprise on Saturday Ã¢â‚¬â€œ as was Oak Hill, which learned two lessons: Never take anything for granted, and never draw blood from St. PeterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Prep star guard Myles Davis.
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve had an affinity for Paulie Malignaggi ever since I interviewed him back in 2004 at a press conference and informed him that I was a better fighter than he was. I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help it! The guy was so brash at such an early stage in his career, and yet completely insistent that he was the best boxer from New York. I wanted to push his buttons a little.
Luckily, the Brooklynite was as good-natured as he was loquacious, as we shared a good laugh and Ã¢â‚¬â€œ thank God! Ã¢â‚¬â€œ he declined to test my pugilistic abilities. (The only fights I have are with my landlady over how high to raise the thermostat)
Now most of you have dismissed this before you even read it. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d be lucky to get any of you back. To paraphrase my man Billy Hoyle, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m going to write it anyway.
You might have missed this last week, but right after signing with the Baltimore Ravens, Drew Bennett decided to retire. Now, this caused nary a ripple in the actual football world. But in the fantasy football world, well, this was the equivalent of Jerry Rice hanging up the cleats.
At least for some of us. That is, those of us who somehow drafted or picked up Mr. Bennett during his miraculous 2004 season. Because for a three-week period in December, Drew Bennett Ã¢â‚¬â€œ a former college quarterback Ã¢â‚¬â€œ was the greatest receiver alive.
He was Jerry Rice, Steve Largent and Irving Fryar all rolled up into one. He had the combined power of Duper and Clayton. The NFLÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s arms were too short to box with Drew Bennett.
To put it bluntly, Drew Bennett was stupid dope.
Three weeks. 28 receptions. 517 yards. Eight touchdowns.
The most amazing thing is when he started up his run, Drew was either on a bench, or on the waiver wire. And this guy decided virtually every fantasy league in 2004, he and Billy Volek. Tom Brady? LaDainian Tomlinson? Marvin Harrison? You could have all three of them Ã¢â‚¬â€œ go ahead, take Ã¢â‚¬Ëœem Ã¢â‚¬â€œ and you wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t stand a chance next to the Volek-Bennett express, son.