From an actual bona fide sports writer (too much real propertyyyy. Bona fide?):
Sean Avery, now and forever.
I know I’m well in the minority but I’ve never once hated Sean Avery. He’s a dirty player, I guess, but it works, and he’s OUR dirty player besides. And the whole Elisha Cuthbert thing has always been stupidly overblown to the point of meaninglessness.
I’m glad he’s back in New York. I think he’s way better off here than he was in Dallas anyhow - he’s too quirkily urbane to blow off the requisite steam there, which was why we got things like “sloppy seconds.” He needs the Vogue internships and the Tribeca sports bars and the geighborhoods too. (He “lived in West Hollywood when he played for the Los Angeles Kings and now lives in Chelsea”).
“If there’s a kid in Canada or wherever, who is playing and really loves the game and wants to keep playing but he’s worried about coming out, I’d tell him to pick up the phone and call [NHLPA executive director] Donald Fehr and tell him to book me a [plane] ticket,” he told theToronto Sun. “I’ll stand beside him in the dressing room while he tells his teammates he is gay. Maybe if Sean Avery is there, they would have less of a problem with it.”
Fuckin’ rights.
Not that being a jerk is exclusive to his opinions. He may still be a jerk that just has an awesome opinion. But still. I'll reserve judgment on you for a little bit, Sean Avery.
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