If the Plaxico Burress story was good for anything, it was the comedy gold that his "original sin" was wearing sweatpants out on the town.
Beyond being a hilarious fashion faux-pas, it stands to reason that no sweatpants, no loose waistband; no loose waistband, no gun slippage; no gun slippage, no accidental shooting self.
And now Plax wants to rewrite history: The biggest news -- at least for me in today's SN column -- coming out of his ESPN interview last night was that he insists he wasn't wearing sweatpants.
But go back to that chain above: None of it makes sense if he was just wearing normal pants. And it is certainly 1000 percent less funny. So I choose not to believe the convicted felon.
Yet I understand why, of all things, he would want to try to change our lasting memory of him being that he wore sweatpants to a nightclub. A legacy is a legacy.
More you'll find in today's column:
*Cliff Lee for NL Cy: You can't slow me down.
*How fun is the NL Wild Card race between Colorado and SF?
*Philip Rivers: Worth the money? Oh, probably. He's a Top 5 QB in the NFL.
*Shaun Hill: Placeholder until Bradford or McCoy.
(I even go so far as to say that McCoy could be the next coming of Joe Montana. ?!?!)
*Michael Beasley: Pot in the NBA? YOU DON'T SAY!
(Really: Pot in the NBA is like HGH in the NFL -- you just take it for granted that it's there.)
*Tim Tebow's back is not only fine, but his injured shoulder -- that no one really knew about -- feels as good for him as it has since 2006. So there's that.
*It's a sad day as it looks like single-game sports gambling in Delaware is dead. (The irony is that I'm not even much of a gambler -- I just liked the IDEA of sports gambling on the East Coast.)
Complete column here. More later.