Doug Kapustin, MCT
August 26, 2011
Your chances of being invited to watch a game, particularly an important one, like a playoff, with McKinney? Pretty much zip. That's because he likes to take in the action with just one person: himself.
And that's not only because it would be hard to fit anyone else on the couch.
"I like to chill out," he says. "There's not that much to me. I'm real simple."
If he could watch Sunday's game, he'd do it at home, alone in sweats and a T-shirt, cozied up on his "big ole leather sectional," in front of his 72-inch screen TV which happens to be decked out with everything technology has to offer. "The whole thing," he says.
There he'd yell and scream in the quiet of his basement, particularly if the defensive-line faltered. And when he wasn't yelling, his mouth would be full of crispy, fried chicken wings, take-out from any one of his favorite spots -- he's had them a pretty much every joint in town. There would also be loaded nachos. To wash it all down, he jokes, he might have a glass of water, "if," he laughs, "I want to do something healthy."