While cruising around the Dallas area in his white Range Rover and stopped at a light, Michael Irvin noticed the car next to him was lowering its window, as though to talk to him. So he lowered his and then noticed that the other car’s occupants were pointing a semiautomatic gun at him. “I knew what time it was,” Irvin said. “But [the assailaint] said ‘Oh, that’s Michael Irvin, with the Dallas Cowboys.’”
Ah, the joys of fame!
“So we started talking about the Cowboys and everything,” he said. “Then they got back on the highway.”
“I tell you what, I’m glad he was a Cowboy fan.”
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