So, Sue Me!
Michael Bamberger
July 15, 1996
His no-holds-barred tactics infuriate NFL executives, but Drew Rosenhaus, the self-styled Dark Knight of sports agents, isn't about to apologize
In controversy's face Rosenhaus remains appallingly cheery. Last year as the NFL draft approached, newspaper articles claimed that his client Sapp—then a highly regarded defensive lineman from Miami—had failed a drug test. By draft day Sapp's stock was in a free fall, but Rosenhaus smiled into every TV camera pointed his way, RELISHING the attention. In June, when another client, Brian Blades of the Seattle Seahawks (and before that, the University of Miami) was convicted of manslaughter by a jury and then acquitted by the trial judge, Rosenhaus was right there, fielding questions from journalists, comforting Blades's family, cheering on his lawyers, THRIVING in the chaos.
He's too busy even for love. "My girlfriend is a RENOWNED swimsuit model who most guys would want to spend all their time with," Rosenhaus says of Krissy Braun. "I have to blow her off all the time. That's probably why she likes me, because I'm a challenge to her. Some women like the challenge of a guy who doesn't worship them, doesn't KISS THEIR FEET. Eventually, she would like to marry me. But that would be at least five years from now."
Renowned swimsuit models can wait. Rosenhaus has worlds to conquer. He figures he already has a near monopoly on Miami Hurricanes and Dolphins. His next step is to become bigger than Leigh Steinberg, the most prominent agent in the NFL.
"He's the king right now," Rosenhaus says of Steinberg. "He's got quarterbacks, he's got more clients than I do, he makes more money than I do. But he's been at it a lot longer than I have. Give me the same amount of time, and I'll BLOW him out of the water."
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