"The media darling, aka the golden boy of the NFL, tried to take a cheap shot at me, so I told him I was going to put some extra on it," Scott told the newspaper. "He must be used to playing against these guys in practice. He can do all those shakes he wants, but I wasn't going anywhere. I put a little hot sauce on that ankle."
My response to Bart Scott is, "Fuck you, you fuckety fuck fuck." And watch your back on Halloween because now you've got a whole city working the gris gris on you.