Flipping around cable, I land on 1993's Carlito's Way and check in for a few scenes of a lurid, pulpy, and very Brian De Palma movie that's arguably like Scarface with an interior life. And as Al Pacino struts and chews his way through another role with another weird accent that ultimately leaves him sounding…
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It really is a gripping performance. You have to respect how thoroughly Borbon commits himself to the act, even taking time to bend over in faux agony as the plate umpire tries to explain to Dale Sveum that the ball was a good two feet from touching Borbon. Bravo, Julio.
When last we left Terrell Owens, he was catching touchdowns for the Allen Wranglers of the Indoor Football League, and getting knocked into the stands, and still harboring dreams of an NFL comeback. That may not be in the cards, but Owens is finding the time to squeeze in his second passion: acting.
I know he's not technically an active player anymore, but still - he might try to work out for a 10-day-contract instead of this.
This post, written by Richard Gilzene, is republished with permission from The Spoiler. Go there often if you like soccer stuff.