MVP Malcolm Smith Awarded Flame-Happy Chevy Silverado
Last night’s Big Game came with a few big surprises, but perhaps none were as surprising as the MVP choice. For the last ten years the MVP award has been given to quarterbacks and wide receivers, but last night it went to Seattle linebacker Malcolm Smith who was the first linebacker to win Super Bowl MVP honors since Ray Lewis back in 2001.
Smith was named for his contributions to the Seahawk’s 43 – 8 domination over the Broncos. In the second quarter, Smith picked off a pass from Manning and took it back 69 yards for a touchdown, and he later recovered a fumble by Demaryius Thomas. According to ESPN, it’s the first time in Super Bowl history that a player has had an interception return touchdown and a fumble recovery in the same game.
For his efforts, Smith was awarded a 2014 Chevy Silverado High Country, which could actually come in handy for the linebacker seeing as he’s not a millionaire like MVP winners typically are. I’m sure that the last couple of players to earn the typically mediocre MVP car just used it to shut up an old friend or family member that harassed them for money all the time.
If Smith does choose to keep the truck for himself, he better be sure that he carries a fire extinguisher in the back, as there’s a chance his brand-new truck could go up in flames. Much like the fire-prone Tesla Model S, the 2014 Chevy Silverado has been having some issues with fires in the engine compartment.
General Motors recently issued a recall of more than 300,000 trucks after finding that a software glitch can cause the exhaust system components to overheat and start a fire. The automaker warns that a continuous yellow “check engine light” and an “engine power reduced” message are good indicators that your car may spontaneously combust. Smoke and flames billowing from the hood are also sure signs that you should get the fuck out of the truck and run.
There is no arguing that Malcolm Smith was on fire last night—let’s just hope that he’s able to keep that from ever becoming a literal statement.

















The score of the game was 43-8.
Thank you.
No. Thank you, Dick.