In case you missed it, Chad Johnson ran his mouth last week about his possible touchdown celebrations:
"You know what would be a good celebration? To do something using the cheerleaders in Seattle, just walk up and kiss one. I can't get fined (by the NFL) for kissing."
Now, I realize that none of the Seagals know I exist. But dammit! Those are my cheerleaders. Not to mention, I couldn't walk up and kiss one without getting arrested, so why should be able to?
I'd like to personally thank the Seahawks' defense for keeping Johnson out of the end zone. Because if he did this, I know I would have jumped the railing and cold-cocked the motherfucker. It would have been stupid, but I would have defended her honor; I would have gone to jail.
I know this doesn't make sense, but it's right. Right?