McCoy: I Got Nothing To Say
LeSean McCoy didnt wait to shake hands. Not today.
Before the clock ticked zero, McCoy slipped into the southeastern tunnel at Lincoln Financial Field with nary a nod to his former teammates, turning the corner into the hallway in the belly of the stadium with a steely rage. Eagles fans rained boos on the teams all-time leading rusher, just as they had when he was introduced as the Bills lone captain before the game.
He walked down the hall, turned left into the visiting locker room, and peeled off his helmet, launching it, full force, into a wall near the gray metal container marked with a laminated piece of paper that read 25 in blue-and-red block font.
When he returned to his locker after a shower, McCoy was no more pleased. A horde of reporters, most familiar, a few auxiliary, turned their collective heads as he approached in nothing but lime green underwear.
Yall about to watch me dress? he muttered, perturbed.
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Probably for the better - I can't imagine he would have anything intelligent to say if he did speak.