Back in October, I expressed my admiration for Melvin Bullitt simply because he had a cool name which would fit well on a leather-jacketed streetsmart cop whose best friends were a hooker with a heart of gold and a turbo-charged muscle car (not necessarily in that order).
Last night Melvin Bullitt tackled Kevin Faulk on a game-changing fourth down and made Bill Belichick look like a chump.
I am seriously considering naming my next child Melvin. Or possibly Bullitt. One of those.
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