I've never particularly liked David Carr, nor disliked him. Who cares what happens to the Texans or Panthers? Those aren't even real teams, right?
But according to this article, I can dislike him a little now. David Carr doesn't swear, even if a golfing buddy hits him in the chest:
As far as dog cussing guys, life is too short for that," says Carr. "It's not something I'd go out and make a point of."
What if an enemy player such as Tampa Bay linebacker Derrick Brooks hits you long after you release the ball?
"I'd get hot, I'd get hot," says Carr. "But I know Derrick and if he did he'd probably have a reason for it. He hits the 3-wood a long way and we'd probably talk about it when we play golf in the offseason."
The reporter seemed to think he came up with the worst scenarios to get David Carr to curse, but they were pretty lame. How about, "David, you come home and find me in bed with your wife and two of your three sons, in a grinding, sweaty, blatantly illegal act, and a sin against God himself. Do you swear then?"
It's those type of hard hitting questions that would make me a fine journalist.
And yeah, David Carr (who is already 28, somehow) has three sons. Based on their names, he is raising them to be rich and white: Austin, Tyler and Cooper. Cooper Carr? Really? I hope that kid likes the nickname "Pooper", because I guarantee you it will happen.
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