Why?

There are things in life that just makes you want to say why. [like this, for instance] You always think about these things when you come across certain stories: Like the one about the folks at the World Cup wanting to ban the vuvuzelas because a bunch of players are whining about their concentration. Please. Personally, I love the "swarm of locusts" type sound that the horns give off. They are unique to South Africa and the fans in the region and they should stay.

Also, they are raiding Sizzler Restaurants in Arizona. Why? Are the undocumented workers busting it in the kitchen going to make the steaks into weapons of mass destruction?

And finally, I have a serious question: If you are young, single, and wealthy; and you play the most important position on a team in the country's most glamorous and prestigious league, why are you in a strip club at three in the morning? (Vince, does the name "Big Ben" mean anything to you?)

The strip club? I guess my man didn't get the memo about no "sex being in the champagne room." And even if there was sex, why would you need to go to the champagne room to get it? Come on Vince, let's start treating life as if it's your Titans play book: with a seriousness of purpose. You have way too much talent to waste.