Belly Laughs With Andy Reid takes a weekly look at the weird and wonderful brains of NFL coaches, because whether they’re burying game balls or taking their timeouts home to make sweet love to them, they’re doing something fucking stupid.
Belly Laughs With Andy Reid: Week 12
I can’t count the number of hugs/handshakes/fistbumps I’ve fucked up through a misreading of my social status with the other party.
These situations inevitably end with my face twisted in a grin/grimace of acceptance that I had no clue where I stood with this person, and to never mistake that sharing a convoluted conversation about the similarities between MF Doom and crepes at 4am in a bathroom in a Midlands market town means we’re friends.
But I doubt even I would make the mistake Hue Jackson made on Sunday.
Yeah Hue, after you did about 30 interviews saying you wish you had been allowed to draft a different quarterback, signed for a divisional opponent and in general wasted Baker’s first half NFL season by plopping him on the bench, he’s not about to give you a cuddle.
Kind of like trying to hug your ex-girlfriend after a messy break-up, she’s just seen you snogging the new missus and she’s had more than a few sherries. Yeah. Recipe for disaster.