:18: Wearing a whistle, tight pants, a fake gut and oversized ears as a headset, Portis enters, introduces himself as â€œCoach Janky Spankyâ€ and says â€œthat Gregg Williams ainâ€™t got nothing on me.â€
â€¢ :42: Randomly scribbling nonsense, the press corps, usually cracking up during these things, is oddly silent. It almost seems as if Portis is bombing.
â€¢ 1:06: The first big laugh: Portis, inexplicably, writes the word â€œETTEâ€ on the clipboard and the letters â€œMSâ€ above it, then draws sharp lines downward. He looks at the reporters: â€œLook at that. Thereâ€™s no way you can stop that blitz.â€
Just watch. And hope that Portis can annihilate the Bucs the same way he does the press corps.
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