Marvin Harrison’s 2007-08 season was ugly. With an injured knee, the eight-time Pro Bowl receiver missed 11 games. Before last season’s hiccup, Harrison had been extremely durable, missing only six of Indy’s 190 previous games.
Harrison’s offseason, in contrast, was downright unsightly. On April 29, he was connected to a shootout scene in Philly, which unearthed his penchant for finely crafted Belgian weaponry.
The gun, a Belgian Fabrique Nationale 5.7, is the non-fiction equivalent to the Golden Gun from GoldenEye 007. Essentially, Harrison was packing a License to Kill. Despite not being a suspect in the shooting, there’s still an undefinable evil seething beneath mustachioed Marvin.
This feeling is best explained in a conversation I had with Jimbuktu on zubaz circa 2006:
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Now, the sick fuck is recovered from the knee injury, which leaves me wondering how many pints of rabbit blood he drank during the tumultuous offseason.
