And as a men's accessory, it's right up there. But not as good as Jules' Bad Mother Fucker.

Yet another case for hardwood floors.

At first glance, I thought it was Cristal, but the cellophane hides the green bottle. Nice catch.

This guy saw the ball hit the other guy's skull, but he wants that ball, dagnabbit.

Stress-relieving technique, used on any orifice. He'll need it.

One beer to have when you're having more than one.

Of course it's not real: a Euro fan would never be caught dead with a V-neck sweater over a t-shirt.

Does this number include the 25 on the roster?

And I've got how many more days of this bullshit?

Marlins must be in town.

Photo taken just a tenth of a second too soon.

Let's move to the last row. Don't worry: no one will notice us.