Hey Erin Andrews you think because you sat down with Oprah you get to blow up Colt McCoy’s spot on national television?  You think because you check out your own ass in the mirror and rub on your titties while on camera you can make fun of my man for his cold sore?  He’s Colt F’n McCoy! Of course he has herpes.  He’s probably got a whole host of other shit as well.  Because there aren’t enough hours in a day to test every single broad who shows up naked at his door.