To absolutely nobody’s surprise, the nothing-if-not-opportunistic, part-time Chiefs columnist Jason Whitlock has used the Erin Andrews peephole scandal as an opportunity to dogpile on Deadspin and the sports blogosphere. That’s interesting and all, I suppose, but it’s kind of old news for Big Sexy. He’s been there, done that.
The real story here is that ridiculous image of Andrews and Whitlock. If it was a slab of ribs instead of Andrews, there would be no peeping. He’d bust down the door like Carlito trying to get to an undressing Gail. You know it. I know it. Jason knows it. We all know it.