...does not like to be disturbed by autograph seekers when he's eating his steak dinner at Joe's Stone Crabs.
Also... Tony Sparano attended yesterday's Daytona 500. He also revealed that he was once a chef at a Days Inn in Daytona Beach. I wonder how many times he dipped his balls in the cream cheese before serving some douchey college dude a breakfast bagel. I'd say at least every time.
And... Pat Kirwan thinks the Dolphins will franchise tag Yeremiah Bell, and then see what happens with Vernon Carey. Kirwan thinks the draft is deep in tackles but not so much in bone-rattling safeties so tagging Bell is the smart thing to do, which makes sense. You know what doesn't make sense? When someone asks me if I have the time and I look at my wrist even while I'm saying "no" and even though I haven't worn a wrist watch in like 12 years.
And... here's a picture of Kelly Brook wearing high heals on a bed with silk sheets. I bet you a million dollars the photographer was some arty French dude. Because even though the pic is sexy as hell, I'd still like to staple his scrotum to his stupid French face because if this is how you make Kelly Brook pose on a bed with silk sheets while wearing sexy shoes, well then you just need to have your balls stapled to your forehead because you're an idiot. It's the American way.
Also... when the hell is the NFL combine because the off-season is killing me. Never thought I'd want to see young athletic men in underwear so bad, and yet, here I am. So this means I'm gay? Ah well.