Anybody who’s seen the slow, grueling spectacle at the annual Hall of Fame induction - a sad parade of middle-aged men in yellow blazers hobblimg and staggering toward the stage, where burly men help them ascend a small staircase - has seen where reliance on NFL medical advisers will lead.

Given the beating Anaheim administered, maybe Hungry Hungry Hippos is the game that Edmonton should have learned instead.

If it’s bouncy dance jams you’re after, mix in a bit of metal for maximum effect.

Only the first ten minutes of Saving Private Ryan are more brutal than the savagery unleashed upon the Mets today. Maybe.

That’s what they do, guys. The NFL is like Liberace, tarting up the world, one tradition at a time.

Great homage to Weekend at Bernie’s in the title pic.

What are the odds that a subsequent investigation unearths emails from his years at PSU where school administrators expressly discuss — and later deny — that there’s a goalie on campus peeing on everyone?

The root cause is simple - they overextended themselves and in doing so, badly diluted their product. They used to come across as a team of diehard sports nuts who seemed as genuinely in awe of the stories they told as those of us watching from home. Then guys like Berman started buying into his own celebrity and…