"It's a beautiful day," Burress said while Rosenhaus hovered behind him. "It's a beautiful day to be reunited with my family . . . As far as football is concerned, if and when everything is settled and when they get back on the field, I'll be ready."
Rosenhaus was also ready, and he did not let pride or class slow him down.
There was Rosenhaus, patting the former New York Giants wide receiver/self-inflicted gunshot wound victim on the back.
There was Rosenhaus, rubbing Burress' shoulders in a choreographed show of public bonhomie and creepy personal space invasion.
There was Rosenhaus literally jumping into his client's arms before Burress folded himself into a black, tinted-out Land Rover and made his escape.
And, there was Rosenhaus, all too willing to wade back into the media morass and answer questions on behalf of his recently released client.
Rosenhaus, ever gallant, jumped in front of a pack of television cameras the way a Secret Service agent might leap in front of a bullet to save a president. How noble of Rosenhaus to take the body blow on Burress' behalf. Rosenhaus probably didn't want to do it, but he sacrificed himself because that's his natural and immediate impulse; valor and honesty are reflexive for him. And if the drawn-out and less-than-informative Q&A session with reporters helped boost his personal brand, well, that was surely an unplanned consequence.
"I wouldn't rule out any team, I wouldn't rule out the Giants, I wouldn't rule out any club," Rosenhaus said. "I really won't talk about specific teams because I don't want to hurt his position. As far as the Giants, my personal opinion is he wouldn't rule them out. I certainly wouldn't."
