...or, Todd Attempts to Curry Favor With the Football Gods by Admitting his Moral, Cultural, and Intellectual Flaws in a Very Public Manner.

This one is bad people.  BAD.  So bad, that I can't stand to have it out on the main page, so you'll have to find out about it after the jump.  I cannot stress this enough: what you are about to see is truly horrible.  Do not click the "read more" bit if you're the faint of heart, pregnant, or thinking of becoming pregnant.  You've been warned. 

Okay, so you know how I spent the bye weekend in Chattanooga?  Well, Saturday night we went to a barbecue place called Sticky Fingers, and I ordered a Bud Light.  To my horror, this is what they brought me:

 
So my embarassing admission for this week is that I, shamefully, drank a beer swathed in Tennessee colors, and contrary to what you might expect it didn't taste like puke, fat, or some horrible combination of puke and fat.  So there you go. Told you it was bad.  Leave yours in the comments section.