We Knew We Were Lame For Letting People With Tees Into Our Birthday Parties

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All told, we realize now that our Sunday evening was rather sedate. (Chocolate milk, Fig Newtons and Diner Dash, now that you asked.)

We really should have been at the surely understated "Birthday Ballout" for troubled Tennessee Titans cornerback Pac Man Jones. We missed Cristal flowing, money snowing, Libra girls until 11:32 p.m. and the enticing possibility of our girl getting a girlfriend. We wonder if T.O. showed up, postgame.


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