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after game 1 of the first round of the 2014 playoffs

So, I met J.R. Wilco at last after the game, along with a number of other Pounders. For those of you who haven't had the pleasure, you need to understand that our editor is quite a handsome man. Like, alarmingly so. He made up some job about working at a computer company, but I'm almost positive the truth is he's a male model. I mean, let's not get carried away here. He wouldn't be working for Sak's Fifth Avenue or like Calvin Klein underwear or anything, and he's not one of those Italian guys that explodes through the surface of the water after being submerged beneath the waves like in those cologne commercials. But he's the type of dude who models dress shirts for Macy's or maybe Brooks Brothers. You know, those commercials where they're in an office setting and they're smiling and pointing at random things, the way people acting like they work in an office would act since they're too attractive to have ever been an office drone and have no idea what it entails.

JRW is just the worst.