Quincy Carter's Shotgun Pizza Delivery: A Weekly Roundup From The Tips Forum

We get many fantastic tips in our inbox and from the #tips forum. Some are not so great. These are some of those #tips we specifically overlooked or ignored. All apologies.

Lenny Dykstra has a completely unverifiable Quincy Carter story:

A co-worker of mine used to be a pizza delivery man in an affluent Dallas area, and one night he actually got an order for Quincy Carter. Story goes, he knocked on Carter's door and he opens it just slightly and has a double-barrel shotgun peering out the door.
"Who are you?"

My co-worker presumably shitting himself at this point in time, "Delivery, I have your pizza."

"Prove it."

Guy's clueless, and then Quincy goes, "Eat a slice and then I'll know you're not fucking with me."

He eats a slice, Carter slides the money through the mail slot, and says "Leave the pizza on the doorstep and get the fuck off my property."

Disco Choo has photographic proof of why Antti Niemi is starting for Chicago: Cristobal Huet got scored on by a toddler.

shmendo: starred commenter, arbiter of WAG fashion.

Lots of you brought us the story of a porn actor who made a last-ditch effort to make it onto Blood Week.

hugesunglasses loves great news! So does Chris Bosh.

BullfightsOnAcid brings us this just excellent video of a wheelchair bound fellow trying to rush to field to celebrate — before his father drags him off.

•EddieSuttons_SouthernComfort sees that James Bond's original Aston Martin is on the auction block. Maybe Jason McIntyre can buy it.

Samer Ocho Cinco learned from the New York Times that we're "occasionally ferocious" and "often ribald." (Congrats, McIntyre.)

Oh, we do enjoy receiving #tips around here. We hope you enjoy seeing your fake commenter names in (digital) print! So keep them coming.