At a press conference today for the Cincinnati media, new Bengals linebacker James Harrison showed us he's more than just an angry, headhunting sociopath who sucks at dodgeball.

You might've wondered at some point in the past umpteen seasons of watching NFL football, Hey, who pays for the chronic and perhaps debilitating injuries these players are doubtlessly incurring? The Washington Post has your answer: Probably not the teams, possibly the taxpayer and, quite likely, no one.

Looks like James Harrison is staying in the AFC North. Which can only mean James Harrison the shitty dodgeball player is soon to be a free agent.

Every morning, the fine folks at Sports Radio Interviews sift through the a.m. drive-time chatter to bring you the best interviews with coaches, players, and personalities across the sports landscape. Today: The Bengals OC says there's always room for improvement.

Sports Radio Interviews sift through the a.m. drive-time chatter to bring you the best interviews with coaches, players, and personalities across the sports landscape. Today: Oklahoma OT Lane Johnson was asked some tough questions.

The Bengals added Brandon Joiner to their active roster yesterday, the first day he was eligible. Cincinnati signed the undrafted Arkansas State linebacker last spring, less than a month before he began a prison sentence for aggravated robbery and felony drug charges. He got out early, and instead of a halfway house…

So, 23 years now, and a guaranteed extra 365 days (at least) on that 8,400 day playoff winless streak for the Bengals. Yikes! They sure do suck. Matt Schaub played just OK but still completed 29/38 passes, Arian Foster ran for 140 yards, and J.J. Watt continued to be a sort of revolutionarily good defensive end. Watt…

Cincinnati at Houston (NBC), 4:30 p.m.: The Texans may have the superior record but they backed into the playoffs, losing three of their last four, while the Bengals haven't lost a game by more than one point since Week 9. Plus, it'd be more fun if they won, so root for them.

For a summer in college I interned for the sports department of the Columbus Dispatch, which sent me for a few days to cover Cincinnati Bengals training camp. The 1990s had just come to a close—a dismal era even by the Bengals' standards—and the beat writers killed time during practice by stumping one another with…

We'll be putting all our GIFs for the day here, from every last person in the league—coaches, players, mascots—breaking out that one dance move they've been saving up all year, to a referee in New Orleans thinking he could pick his nose because no one was watching. We'll update the post as the later games conclude, so …