What's easier – talking to an amputee or fighting B.J. Penn?
I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's back this tale up.
I sat in Washington DC's Reagan National Airport waiting for Kenny Florian to get off his plane with a sign that said, "FLORINI," nearly giddy at the opportunity to mess with him. In reference to Dr. Phil's boneheaded mispronunciation of his last name, I was hoping he'd flash his toothy grin and say, "Dude, that's not right," or something equally as humorous.