Amid an amazing column describing Gilbert Arenas’s only local competition for the position of eccentric-but-loveable-sports-star–a column which includes a description of Chris Cooley’s trip to a West Virginia strip club with his fiancée and her aunt and uncle–is this ominous statement:
Said Cooley: “I would just tell you this: I don’t change at all with Christy. She’s the kind of person who’ll do whatever I want to do. We have a blast.”
It sounds to me like this sacred union will last for two or three years–however long it takes for Christy to get sick of always doing what Cooley wants to do.
As an aside, Chris and Christy is a terrible name combination. It’s like marrying your cousin–it just isn’t right. If she takes his last name, they’ll be Chris and Christy Cooley. They’ll probably name their kids Christian and Kristen.
None of this bodes well for the marriage, but it’s great offseason entertainment. Go Skins!
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