Patrick Crayton was just giving an interview to the Dallas scribes, saying the right things about his shutdown — literally — corner.
Then a loud curdling scream cut through the media mob.
The man to Crayton’s right, digital recorder in hand, shuddered, blinking his eyes in a manner associated with PTSD.
What was the scream? Where did it come from?
Well, Bayless gave me the scoop.
“It was the dark spirit of Charles Haley, yelping as he reached orgasm in Nick Folk’s ear. And then there was Troy Aikman, dressed as an angel, rubbing Bengay . . . ”
At that point, I hung upon on Skip.
Hear the scream for yourself.
You be the judge.
As the video shows, I’ve already penciled in my vote.
