FOXBORODallas Cowboys Hall of Fame wide receiver Michael Irvin, a three-time Super Bowl champion, believes the NFL’s ultimate prize needs an alteration. Irvin said Bill Belichick’s success with the Patriots  warrants his name being placed on the Vince Lombardi Trophy, and he has told the coach as much. “I think the world of Belichick,” Irvin told the Herald recently. “I told him this, ‘Man, if it was up to me, that (Super Bowl) trophy would be called the Lombardi/Belichick.’ I don’t care what they think. It would be called the Lombardi/Belichick. That’s how good he is to do what he’s doing in this day and age, what the league is now. “I would call it the Lombardi/Belichick.”

Has anyone in the history of the human race ever turned it around the way Michael Irvin has?  Going from a coked-up, whore-chasing miscreant in his Cowboys days, accused of smacking women around and showing up to court in a full-length mink coat, to becoming the most intelligent, thoughtful, mature voice of reason in all of sports media is the greatest 180 anyone’s done with their life since probably Oskar Schindler. Back in the ’90s when I was reading Penthouse articles about him pulling weekend binges in a hotel room, doing lines off the asses of two $1000-a-night call girls, I never thought that in 2012 I’d be saying this but, “I love you, Michael Irvin.”  Seriously I don’t usually get this emotional, but I’m just smitten.  I’m actually tearing up a little.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I need about 5-7 minutes alone with that Out Magazine picture of him.  @JerryThornton1