As you may have surmised, I’m the sort of person who delights in negativity. I’d far rather read a Worst Movies of 2008 list than a Best Movies of 2008 list. Oh, you liked “The Dark Knight”? Well, no shit, asshole. So did everyone else. Tell me more about what made “Witless Protection” a festering cinematic abortion. I’m not interested in hearing you lavish praise on a bunch of already overpraised actors and directors. I demand BILE. AND BITTERNESS. AND HATEFUL INVECTIVE. I cannot get enough of people talking about how much something or someone blows. It’s a weakness.

So it is in that spirit (and in the spirit of this entire site, really) that I present you with our new weekly award, the Least of the Week. We already have the Meast of the Week for players and/or concealed weapons that have demonstrated excellence in the field of FUCKING SHIT UP on any given week.

But we’ve long needed a flipside to that coin, an award for the week’s biggest piece of pussified tampon lint. There are many great players in this league. But there are also many who deserve nothing less than our most bitter scorn. Players who are little more than douchetastic, short-arming little twatgoblins. They deserve our recognition as well, so that we might cruelly mock them until their reputation and sense of self-worth have all but evaporated. Nice.

But who to name it after? Well, the Meast was first named after Steve Irwin, who never hesitated to jump into an open crocodile mouth for no reason other than for my fleeting entertainment. Then I think we named it after Bill Walsh for a week. Then Kevin Everett. And then, of course, the original meast Sean Taylor, who will hold the name of the award forever more.

So I think whoever we name this award after needs to embody the very opposite elements of meastiness. He must be whiny, and afraid of contact, and underperforming, and easy for us to baselessly accuse of homosexuality. I’d like to name this award after Brett Favre, but since I loathe the very idea of typing his name every week, let’s go with Jeff George! Look at that throwing motion. He may as well be a waiter in Key West.

Your Jeff George Least of the Week for Week 15 is Reggie Bush, who injured himself by avoiding contact last week and is now out for the year. Pussy.

Congratulations, Reggie. You’re a flaming gash. I hope you suffocate while trying to give your girlfriend analingus.

NOTE: Tomorrow is mailbag day, fuckos. Send in all your fantasy football/sex advice questions quick as you can.