I don't have the slightest clue as to what Michael Irvin what was half-heartedly apologizing for when he took a stab at Steve Smith's choice in slacks, but - boy, oh boy - do I want to see the foot poking out the bottom of them meet some Dallas Cowboy ass. I totally understand why most athletes-turne-analysts adopt a more friendly persona once they start wearing a suit on the job, but I absolutely love that retirement hasn't even come close to softening Steve Smith. Michael Irvin might think that being on camera as an entertainer in front of millions of people is the situation in which it's safe to get your condescending jokes off, but - on or off the field - Steve Smith ain't no butt. Doesn't matter where you are or what are you're doing, if you insult his pants you might as well be insulting his mother, and momma said knock you out. Hopefully Michael Irvin isn't as much of a diva off the field as he was on, or he'll icing up real soon, son.
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