When the nominees came out for People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive, I must say, I was quite shocked and offended.
I mean really, Brad Pitt? George Clooney? Usher?
These guys are lucky even to be called men.
They needed a man with style. A man not afraid to button every last button on his suit until it cuts off circulation to his head. A man like me.
In an era where guys will sport just about anything on the sidelines, the other 325 coaches should look no further than the Main Line for a lesson in style. Just look at some of these clowns on the benches today.
You've got University of Illinois Head Coach Bruce Weber parading around the sidelines in a flaming orange jacket. You've got WVU Head Coach John Beilein looking like he just crawled out of a spider hole in Iraq.
Look at what I had to do to turn this program around. Aside from recruiting Allan Ray, Randy Foye and Kyle Lowry, I had to follow Rollie Massimino -- possibly the worst-looking and worst-dressed coach of all time.
(Well, I guess I didn't directly follow him, but Steve Lappas shouldn't count. I mean the guy got fired from UMass; what a joke.)
Anyway, I have been asked several times lately about the traveling call and whether we deserved to make the Elite Eight.
Maybe, maybe not. I haven't really given the game much thought.
But the question you all should be asking is: "Jay, would you have worn a tuxedo if you made the Final Four?"
The answer: of course not.
I have this suit business down to a science, whether it's gray or navy, three buttons, four or even five. Besides, there's no way to get a tuxedo to cut off blood flow to my head -- which, by the way, is covered by the most perfectly combed and perfectly gelled set of locks you'll ever see.
But don't think I think of my wardrobe and dashing good looks as perfect all the time. I do have my bad days, like the day that Martelli and the Dunph made me wear sneakers to a game for their Coaches vs. Cancer business.
After sulking for 48 hours straight about the horrors of wearing Armani with Reebok, I had an idea -- the Villanova polo. But of course, I couldn't just wear it like your average Joe. No, I'm Jay Wright. So I did what I always do: I buttoned it all the way up, put twice as much gel in my hair and smiled for the camera.
Weeks later, my team was bounced from the Tournament and Joe Lunardi picked me as a No. 1 seed for next year's Big Dance.
Now all I need is for People magazine to see the light, too.
Jay Wright was voted Sexiest Man Alive by The Daily Pennsylvanian and has a very attractive wife. He can be reached at bigpimpin@villanova.edu.
