Let's hope he fucks it up.
Or, more to the point, his hamstring acts up and he runs slower than usual and "disappoints" and that the footballs thrown to him are dipped in a vat of KY Jelly before the workout begins, and that Jeff Ireland slips LSD into the other teams' GMs' drinks as he mingles through the crowd and that Tony Sparano perches himself in one of the stadium light towers and shoots blow darts filled with poisonous toxins into the necks of the other teams' head coaches and that Bill Parcells summons all the powers and dominions of darkness at his disposal to blind the other teams' heads of personnel. I'm just sayin. Gotta go in there with some kind of plan.
Update: Apparently this blog is magical, because Dez Bryant not only had a so-so workout, but he also forgot to bring his cleats!
Now I know the haterz will take this opportunity to jump on Bryant for this. "How can this idiot forget his cleats on the most important day of his life?!" they'll demand. "Parcells has no time for idiots like this!" To which I will reply: "I HAVE A MAGICAL BLOG!!! AND NOW I WISH FOR A NAKED KELLY BROOK TO INSTANTLY APPEAR ON MY FACE!!"
