Yeah, yeah, I know: despite Stefan Fatsis’ protestations, a kicker should never be named the Meast, even, if you know, one already has. This is what you might call an extraordinary circumstance. A game-winning boot, albeit a 24-yard chip shot, is pretty good on its own, but one coming a day after you’ve buried your youngest son is undoubtedly Meastian. And his honorary day in Tampa comes up in three weeks. Sure, some argue that no one would be making a big deal about Bryant if he missed those kicks. Well he didn’t, asshole.

Moreover, it’s the all the more reason not to give the award to Brett Favre, who had an okay game, I guess. Hey, Brett: does the media, as with everything you do, play up the fact that you had a great game on that Monday night after your dad died? Abso-buttfucking-lutely. Surely you’re okay with stepping aside to acknowledge another solid performance in the wake of personal tragedy. Oh, wait, you’re a spiteful dickhead. Well, whatever, diddums, it goes to Matt Bryant.