Wearing glossy black heels and, sadly, actual clothes, Miller presented Rose with the nomination for "What's Sexy Now: Chicago Athlete" award.
Rose, who's still recovering from an ankle injury, received a Bulls jersey. The name on the back read "Sexy."
"My teammates gon' be jealous," a beaming, chuckling Rose said.
Miller said confidence was a big reason why Rose received the nomination.
"And obviously, if you're an athlete you have to have a mental toughness, you have to have stamina, and y'know, a good physique right," she said.
And apparently a tendency to repeatedly injure your ankle?
Anyway, Miller -- who you could just tell wanted to rip off her baby tee and jeans and start catwalking around the court while a large industrial fan blew her Pureology-scented hair in rhythmic syncopation to Firehouse's "Don't Treat Me Bad," thus fulfilling the fantasies of every greying, oafish beat reporter resigned to covering the exploits of more hyper-thyroidal men-children and also probably so dissatisfied with their own sexual prospects that Cialis commercials are a cruel joke and who are even now lying on their Cheezits-stained couch imagining the slim concavity of Miller's lower back while trying to ignore, upstairs, the high-pitched mewling of children who want daddy to read a story -- decided to shoot some hoops with D-Rose.
So that was cute.