OK, playing pro football (soccer for those in America) is not too dude-ist, but when interviewed during his carreer in Italy after a heavy defeat he replyed "Yes, we lost, so what? Now I'll go home, chill out, play my guitar, maybe have some sex with my wife". Long hair, crazy beard...
I met him once, did not come across as dudeish in the least. But that's just like, my opinion, man
I could picture Alexei Lalas french-kissing one of his soccer balls, which is even more disturbing, since he couldn't use his hands.
"You said it man. Nobody fucks with the Lalas."
What the fuck are you talking about?! This Lalas is not the issue! I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude. Across this line you do not, uh--and also, Dude, Lalas is not the preferred nomenclature, uh . . Hands Free- American. Please.
I'm not renting him shoes. I'm not buying him a beer. I'm not letting him take your fucking turn, Dude.
If what's during league play?
It's all part of his sick Cynthia thing.