Two things about this post before I get into it:
1) Yes, I know. What Super Bowl? The Olympics are starting today. Live in the now! And
2) It probably says something about me that this is the second post in so many weeks that I have written about someone in the NFL using some form of the F word. It’s a good word and applicable to many situations. What’s not to like?
Nonetheless, this is a pretty funny story that I know is helping me to chuckle through this weekend’s forecast (shocker: snow).
During a post-win interview with New Orleans radio station WWL, a reporter asked Saints’ offensive lineman Carl Nicks how he felt about defeating the Indianapolis Colts and adding the first ever Lombardi trophy to the Saints’ mantle.
Nicks was, understandably, ebullient and apparently not paying too careful attention to what was coming out of his mouth and whether or not it was kosher.
I haven’t heard anything about Nicks receiving any punishment for his blunder as it was pretty extraordinary circumstances. But I hope he does go to Disneyland and I hope he has a perfectly G-rated good time.
Oh, Carl.
I love the F-word more than I should, so I can’t fault him, especially in these circumstances. Judge away, judgers!
This is awesome.
When we were watching the post game one of my neighbors said “I’m surprised more people don’t accidentally yell bad words.”
Well there they go.
I too am going to fucking Disneyland.
Not really, but I am going to start telling people that.
It is no wonder my kids say bad words.