COME LOVE WITH ME IN THE EDGERRIN JAMES ROOM

by Orson on Aug 8, 2006 7:38 AM EDT

Javarris James, cousin of Edgerrin James, begins the daunting task of following in Edgerrin James' footsteps at the University of Miami. A recruit from Immokalee like his famous relative, James will have at least one formidable reminder of his family legacy to see every day: the Edgerrin James Room at the athletic complex where he will attend meetings. Ah, imagine the splendor of the Edgerrin James Room:

Like the Boom Boom Room, but with game film playing and Larry Coker sitting in the corner drinking a Fresca.

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The Edgerrin James memorial champagne room.

by Cool Hand Mike on Aug 8, 2006 7:46 AM EDT reply actions

How in the hell did you get a picture of my basement?

by dragonash on Aug 8, 2006 7:57 AM EDT reply actions

The number of hookers and high-powered firearms in that room must be staggering.

by Harris on Aug 8, 2006 8:40 AM EDT reply actions

Javarris….Edgerin….It’s me….your father….RICK JAMES, BITCHES! FUCK YO’ COUCH!

by Aerobab on Aug 8, 2006 8:47 AM EDT reply actions

Some of what I’ve said may not apply to you. Some of what I’ve said may offend you.

But you must remember this one thing . . . no matter what Larry Coker tells you, there is no sex in the Edgerrin James Room.

Oh, there’s Edgerrin James in the Edgerrin James Room, but you don’t want Edgerrin James. You want sex. And there is no sex in the Edgerrin James Room.

However, down the hall in the Michael Irvin Room, there are heavily-armed rap musicians, readily available ladies who describe themselves in police reports as “self-employed models,” piles of cocaine that the producers of “Scarface” would have found excessive, and law enforcement officers to whom you may feel free to ask, “Can I tell you who I am?”

by T. Kyle King on Aug 8, 2006 9:25 AM EDT reply actions