You're right, he was Cooked.

hit Weber in the grill like that and you're gonna get burned.

The rest of the players paired up like it was time for a couples skate.

Great, now I have a boner.

True. It distracted from the sophisticated humor of the fake blowjob.

I like this. Could you please make it a regular feature until I don't like it anymore?

I am so with you on this. It has seemed clear to me for some time that he's suffering from a social anxiety of some sort and is not just being a freak. It's bogus to force him into a situation that makes him so miserable, week after week, like punishing him for doing a good job on the field. I do not understand why…

God's work, this.

Very well done. Now just give it a couple of hours until Dallas is getting their asses handed to them, and you can splice in some footage from Jerrah's luxury box of him and that red M&M looking and acting like someone just died.

I've come to think he's got a little social anxiety issue going on, where he's uncomfortable in front of strangers. He's doing his best to deal with it, and his teammates clearly have his back, but it'd be nice to see the media help him out a bit. Ask 3 simple questions and move along. It's no fun to try to play…

I feel pretty defensive of Marshawn Lynch in this situation. I've spent the last hour watching videos of interviews from the 2014 super bowl week, and an excellent interview by Michael Silver from last year.

Apparently there's no lingering hard feelings between the two ladies. They made up at the next break.

Keeping one eye on what's going on around her is a wonderful tribute to Stuart Scott.

somebody tell the NBA about the music playing in the backgorund

The funny part is all the people getting so indignant about all of this. As if this has any real effect on anyone's lives.

I think it's great non-performance art by Marshawn. Most interviews with athletes and coaches are unentertaining, trite and uninformative except for the occasional "Playoffs! Playoffs?", "You play to win the game!" or "They were who we thought they were." If I were the local paper or TV station beat writer for the…

I go back and forth on the athlete-to-media responsibilities all the time. Most days, I imagine I'd feel just like Marshawn, thinking: "Please get the hell out of my face."

...holding his dick from the sideline