Okay, it is possible that the young lady is wearing a tube top, but since I cannot be certain, I wholeheartedly approve it. Barely out of screen boobage! (Thanks to reader Kenny for the pic)

Alrighty, folks. That wraps up my third week as Saturday Daddy. I hope you had as much fun reading as I did writing - granted, I was huffing whippits all day and drinking vodka all day, but hopefully what came out of my addled mind was at least amusing.

I assume many of you are on your way to a Halloween party, going trick or treating (give it up - you're too old) or turning off all of the lights in your house to avoid the little bastards in your neighborhood. If that's the case, be sure to keep your television on - we've got Game 3 of the World Series, four college football games (USC at Oregon & Notre Dame vs. Washington State count among them), as well as a bevy of classic horror movies to scare the pants off us (Night of the Living Dead on AMC and the scariest movie of all-time, Footloose, on VH1 - yikes!).

Oh, about the "scaring the pants off us" comment: I haven't been wearing pants all day. Isn't that just awful? But hey, you're the one reading the writing of a pantsless man, so put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Either way, consider this your open thread to discuss sporting events, virgin sacrifices or anything else you twisted Satanic fucks have planned for the evening.


Thank you for your continued support of Deadspin. Barry Petchesky's on duty tomorrow. Treat him well - he'll probably be coming down off a wicked sugar rush.

Happy Halloween, everyone. Look out for candy apples and razor blades. The dead cats hanging from poles shouldn't be much of a threat, though.