Rob Ryan is the defensive coordinator for the Cleveland Browns, and his success of his charges of late have him as one of the hottest head coaching candidates heading into the offseason. But Rob’s Browns–after dispensing of the Patriots Sunday–are set to play Rex’s Jets, and naturally, each guy has his own opinion of which Ryan will prevail.
The trash talking even extended to whiffle ball, a Ryan family pastime.
Rob: “I absolutely kill him. His bat’s tardy.”
Rex: “He’s delusional. I buckle him with the knuckle curve. He’s never been the same since I hit him in the head with a golf ball when we were 10.”
Growing up in Toronto, the Ryan brothers played backyard football, with Jim, older by six years, pitted against the twins. Their games had one rule: if you did not dispense cheap shots, you were penalized. In one contest, Rex or Rob, Jim cannot remember which, slid down a snowbank into a moving vehicle. In another, Rob celebrated before he reached the goal line, then turned smack into a tree. –NYT.
That rivalry helped prompt Rex to dress up like his brother at a press conference earlier today. Not bad, but he reminds me more of that kid from “American Chopper.”
If that isn’t the pot calling the kettle fat, I don’t know what is. I can’t wait to hear what Tony Dungy thinks about this. Actually, I can. Because I don’t care.
Thanks, Nolan. Img via Manish Mehta.
I want more like this!
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