I Will Always Love Yooouuu, Jericho Cotchery!

so, i do my own laundry because:
a) i believe that having it done for you is elitist, bordering on colonial
b) i can catch up on my reading

this morning, i'm at the laundromat at an ungodly early hour scouring back editions of new york sports pages that have been piling up (i do the work dear phreaders, so that you don't have to) and come across a touchy-feely psa put out by the new york jets every week in the daily news. normally, there's an interview with one of the players, along with healthy tips like how to make your own granola mix or how if you're fat no one will love you.

this week's interviewee was jericho cotchery, jets wr-kr. (i reserve comment on his position until i figure out what it is.) the interview consisted mostly of the usual "eat healthy, don't play with guns" kind of shtick. but one thing caught my eye: jericho shared that he enjoys working out while listening to uptempo music, such as songs by whitney houston.

wtf??!! your mama gave you a bad-ass name like jericho and here you are in this psa earnestly calling out...WHITNEY HOUSTON!! even i wouldn't call out whitney houston, and i'm 5 foot 2 and 1/2 inch little tan girl (hottie), not a big tough supposedly threatening jock!! but i suppose it's kinda cute and heartwarming...especially in light of all the ron mexico's out there just itching* to kill a girl's game. let's just hope that come superbowl time, jericho isn't belting out "didn't we almost have it all"....

and look for upcoming psa's featuring the recently injured lavar arrington (NEW YORK LOVES YOU LAVAR!!), giants olb (old little bastard? offensive line backer?). in which he ruminates on life, fate, the deliciousness of carrot sticks, and the complete works of barbara streisand....



*std joke, for those who didn't "catch it." oh, look i did it again!