Rex Ryan, hands cupped behind his back, paces slowly around the thoroughbred, his gaze turned downward. Its hooves - so polished, so trimmed, so crack-free. He slides a bit closer, with a Cheshire-cat grin, rising to meet its eyes, and winks.

I doubt Rex’s wife will see this as an attempt to cheat, though. I mean, putting his own foot in his mouth is better than putting some other girl’s foot in his mouth...

“Oh, you guys were coaches? That’s cool, I love football! What team did you coach for?”

(Incredible Hulk outro music plays as the Ryan brothers leave Nashville)

Rex: [looks at one woman’s toes] “Are we in Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see.”

Flirting is okay as long as you always remember that the only Athlete’s Foot fungus going into your mouth is waiting for you at home.

“I don’t give a shit what you say!”

Maybe, but Tiger Woods has demonstrated that he can make perfectly shitty decisions without the sauce.

Well, there’s hall of fame, then there’s the pantheon:

Also known as the John Daly Open

It’s his first note-worthy drive in years!

Only if a shank was also involved.

Man, between this and crashing when his wife was chasing him who’d have thought that driving would be the part of his game that left him first.

Does this count as another major?

wait...Bob did porn??

“They are marvelous actors on set,” said another ESPN on-air staffer”

Shockingly, two guys specifically marketed based on how little they have in common don’t like each other.

I don’t like them either. So we have that in common.

That show sucks.