After reading the 106-and-counting comments to our entry regarding the implied desire of linebacker Channing Crowder to manually remove my head from its normal resting position, I’ve changed my mind.
I will be heading to his house, and I will be knocking on the front door, and I will be asking whether Channing is ready to come out and play.
Once one the front lawn, I’ll tell him (as one reader suggested) that Terry Bradshaw is dead.
And then when he says, “Really?”, I’ll jack him upside the head with a sock full of pennies.
Yep, that’s a damn good plan.