Smith
I’ve avoided the Emmitt Smith pile-on. I more or less like him as a player and a person, and I don’t think he’s any worse than Stephen A. Smith, Keith Olbermann, or Bill Maas as a broadcaster. (I’ll always take a well-meaning goofball over a high-decibel blowhard.)
However, tonight he uttered the following Little Carmine-worthy claim:
“This is the time of year when the cream of the crop rises to the top.”
Why is this awesome? It’s awesome because I’m not even sure whether or not it’s a mixed metaphor.