http://youtu.be/VYXqwbtkkeM

Figured I’d just post the video because this song’s been in my head all friggin’ week since this story will not go quietly into the night and will not vanish without a fight. I WANNA LOVE YOU, PRETTY YOUNG THING!!!

 

Goddamn Chip Kelly, always in control of the situation, even when his star players are startin’ shit with waiters.

One sub-plot of this so-stupid-I-just-can’t-stop-blogging-about-it! story is that McCoy was eating at what is ostensibly a burger joint, and if you’ll recall from this ESPN article, McCoy has been following Kelly’s dietary restrictions to the point that he didn’t have cake on his birthday (cake’s overrated, by the way). So PYT seemed like a strange choice. But as it turns out, even while Embittering Hipsters (that needs to be a band name, Jim) McCoy stuck to the plan. From the Inquirer and its 1998-with-a-decent-font webpage:

McCoy and three friends took a booth by the window around 2:30 p.m. Monday. Business was slow – just three tables outside and three people at the bar. Up arrived after McCoy’s group was seated, and he didn’t know immediately who they were.

There were problems, he concedes. The waiter forgot an appetizer. McCoy ordered a lobster crab cake burger, no bun, no tomato. Up said the 5-foot-11, 208-pound back recoiled at the mayo-based sauce.

“Do you think I eat that?” Up recalled McCoy as saying.

The waiter was nervous but attentive, Up said.

At one point, a manager held up a laptop to the table so the party could watch the coverage of the video showing Ray Rice attacking his fiance.

At another point, Up said, some loud, off-color remarks about women came from the table, causing his co-owner, Sarah Brown, to move from the next booth.

No bun, no tomato(?), no mayo! Chip would be so damn proud. PRETTY YOUNG THINGS, REPEAT AFTER ME. SAY NA NA NA, NA NA NA!!!!!!!!

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