IRVING, Texas – Thought that was him, but like 15 yards or so away, in the weight room, shirtless, back turned, that unmistakable V forming from his broad shoulders down to his enviable waist.
About 3½ hours later, as I was walking to my car here at The Ranch, I hear from the car parked on the side of the drive leading to the players’ parking lot, “Hey Mickey!”
Yep, it was him, and didn’t need Dez Bryant to stick his head out the window, smiling. Indeed it was him.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away,” I said, laughing, as he did, too.