SOURCE– Martellus and Michael Bennett tend to perplex people. This becomes clear when we stop for lunch at a West Hollywood café, the kind of crunchy, actressy place that serves food on wooden boards. The brothers split up as soon as they walk in. Michael circles a display of expensive sweets (“I don’t eat American chocolate,” he sniffs), and Martellus hovers near the entrance, offering health and safety advice to customers as they leave the restaurant. “Wrap it up,” he counsels a man walking out the door. The guy stares at him, trying to deduce why a stranger is telling him to wear a condom.
We find a table on the patio, and the brothers sit next to each other. If not for their massive builds — Michael is 6-foot-4 and Martellus 6-foot-6 — the two NFL stars could easily be confused for LA hipsters. They’re both wearing ripped black jeans and designer T-shirts and have soft beards that frame their chins like fuzzy halos. Michael, who is stouter, says his facial hair is supposed to be disorienting. “I always wanted to look like: ‘Is he homeless or is he rich?'” he says. “That’s my No. 1 goal.”
A waitress approaches and asks Michael whether he ordered the roast chicken. “Don’t be racist,” he says, a joke that causes her hands to tremble a little as she sets down the plate. (He did, in fact, order the chicken.) “What kind of salt y’all got? Himalayan salt?”
Martellus dips a spoon into the bowl she has placed in front of him. “This is a heavy-ass soup,” he says. “Can I have some more tortilla strips? I like that crunch.”
The waitress asks whether they want anything else.
“World peace,” Michael replies.
“Awesomeness,” Martellus says.
This is a lesson that everyone who encounters the Bennetts eventually learns: At any given moment, they might be screwing with you. Take, for example, our conversation about Jerry Jones. As Martellus finishes his soup, he tells a story about the time he visited the billionaire’s mansion for tea and perused Jones’ selection of fancy cutlery. “Once you get rich,” he says, “you start collecting weird s— like silverware.”
When I ask the brothers what they would collect if they were as wealthy as the Cowboys’ owner, they respond at the same time and without skipping a beat: “People.”
“I would have somebody who has my blood type and my kidneys — stuff like that,” Michael says. “They would just be on deck. I’d be like, ‘My kidney’s failing — it’s time!'”
Martellus wags his finger at an imaginary organ donor. “Oh, is that water, Jimmy? It better be!”
“It’s time for your heart,” Michael says. “I’m sorry — it’s gotta go.”
I scan both of their faces, attempting to confirm that they’re kidding. Martellus picks up his spoon. “This soup is so good,” he says.
Sorry for the long into, but fuck is that hilarious. I LOVE these two! Maybe two of the funnier guys in the league. The video is 10/10. I loved how they kicked it off too, coming in hot with Michael calling Roger Goodell an asshole. Then to say he can’t say that and calling him overpaid HAHA you can’t make that shit up. I love Marty’s face when his brother is talking shit to Goodell. He already knows if he says anything now that he is on the Patriots he might be banned from the league. Because we all know Goodell has punished players for less.
The JJ Watt line could not be more spot on. He is the corniest guy on the planet. If you didn’t know better you would think that half of the stuff JJ does is a joke. Absolutely 0 self awareness.
All of the stuff in the article is also gold. Between Marty telling random guys to not forget to wear a condom and Michael totally freaking out the waitress with the racist joke is perfect.
Just a great video and hilarious article, hard to believe that it was done by ESPN. I am just really afraid that Bill Belichick is going to break Marty down into the media robots that are the New England Patriots. I want, no NEED more of authentic Martellus Bennett this season.
P.S. Hey Martellus, you know that silver fox you said you never get to see? Well get ready to see him throwing you dimes all season long.