Hoo-boy! What a game. Rife with sub-plots of the quest for perfection, conspiracy theory and referee incompetence, this was a Monday night game for the ages. Bloggers and news-monkeys are babbling everywhere about these topics, completely ignoring what I think is the most compelling drama of the contest.
What the hell did Rodney Harrison say to Brian Billick? What made BB suddenly mouth sultry, sexy air-kisses, not once, but three times in succession?
Hmm. There are a few possibilities.
Congenial:
RH: Hi, Brian. How are you today?
BB: [Kiss, kiss, kiss.]
Amorous:
RH: Dammit, Brian. I miss you. I miss you real bad, like a ho misses crack. Can I have you tonight?
BB: [Kiss, kiss, kiss.]
Humorous:
RH: Hey, Brian, what do you think of Rosie O'Donnell?
BB: [Kiss, kiss, kiss.]
Vile:
RH: Brian, I was wondering... How did you feel when you first saw 2girls1cup.com?
BB: [Kiss, kiss, kiss.]
Homozygous:
RH: Brian! Pretend I'm your sister!
BB: [Kiss, kiss, kiss.]
NFL-kakke:
RH: Brian, it's raining semen. What do you do?
BB: [Kiss, gulp, kiss.]
An hour ago, this was all funny in my head. Think you can do better? Let's hear it.
