Sprawled on the couch butt naked and letting my stink permeate the living room.
(I usually flip between home Burrow and away Chase jerseys depending upon the game. If I am feeling extra zesty, I have been known to wrap Bengals flag around my shoulders like a cape and take it into sports bars.)
As much fun as it is to laugh at Mikey's moles, I think it's pretty easy to find worse owners these days (even if we attribute the actions of his daughter and son-in-law to him).
I haven’t been sure how to describe it, but I think I figured out how the Hendrickson deal makes me feel.
It feels just like a Bengals game ending in a tie.