There's only one pro athlete who would start his own blog, then use it as a forum to post pictures of his half-naked fiancée while he writes openly about how much he loves her. Chris Cooley gets married to former Redskins cheerleader Christy tomorrow, and his most recent post ranges from how they met (at a party when he was hammered) to how he tried to impress his future father-in-law (by out-drinking him, naturally).
While I can’t wait to put the ring on I’ve had some resoundingly bad conversations over the last couple of months… First of all I’m excited for the big day, so please don’t feel sorry for me because marriage sucks for you. No I’m not nervous, I don’t want any marriage advice, and yes Christy’s mom is still hot. [...]
One thing I was put in charge of was the seating. I’ll say this; it should at least be an interesting night. I’ve had calls from numerous wedding guests, most recently Dan Snyder’s assistant asking what table they could find their seats. Obviously my easiest seating solution, anywhere you can find a chair. I’m not trying to stick Dan with my drunken uncle, but drawing up all those name tags was way over my head.
I’m hoping for a huge night on Friday. We’ve paid for two open bars, and invited nothing short of an “animal house” cast of characters. Although I hope Clinton’s friends (Southeast Jerome) don’t crash the party. After our vows the only promise I will make is to not stuff the cake all over Christy’s face. The rest of the reception is free game.
I don't know how an honest, decent, regular guy like Cooley ended up as a pro athlete. Maybe it was only playing one year of varsity in high school. Maybe it was that his hometown college of Utah State was his sole scholarship offer, or that he didn't expect to have a pro career until late in his junior year of college. Somewhere along the way he didn't become a self-entitled prick like everyone else who makes millions of dollars in this business. But whatever: good luck, Chris. May no other athletes follow your lead. It would be bad for business.