The lovely Erin Andrews invited him to describe the last play of the game. But, instead of telling her and the world what he did, and letting her congratulate him on a job well done, Dick spent his fifteen minutes of fame angrily ranting about just how wonderful and great he is. (It seems that Michael Crabtree is living rent free inside Dick's head!)
Some people have called his rant low rent, or low class. No class is more like it. His team had just made a great accomplishment in winning a divisional championship and going to the Super Bowl, but Dick felt the need to angrily aggrandize himself, because there may be no "I" in "team", there certainly is in "Dick".
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