I’m one of those New York A-holes without a car, so I end up renting a car every Christmas in order to transport my dog down to my sister’s place in Maryland. This year, that car ended up being a Prius.

I’m okay with this. Saving money on gas is nice, and I just need something with four wheels and a trunk. I don’t need to project an aura of masculine ideals with my rental car. But there are a couple of problems.

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If these reports are to be believed, Brett Favre’s idea of a cure for an itch is getting the shit beaten out of him by opposing defenses for one more season. I, on the other hand, prefer the sweet relief a deft swipe across the crotchal region while no one is looking. Or sometimes I pretend to tuck in the back of my shirt when I’m really scratching my ass. That move is clutch. Brett really ought to consider giving that one a chance.

[ Video from The Sports Daily ]

Good to see you two towns get such needed press coverage. Why don’t you go to the gym and pump each other?