So I have this thing for Brady Quinn. Or, I should say, had. David and I even coined a particularly lurid yoga pose the "happy Brady pose", in his honor. The sunshine of his shirtless smile during his college football career has been clouded over by recent suggestions of homophobic activities, but given that those were not adequately substantiated, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. But this... this... no one is hot enough to excuse this kind of thing.
Eew. Just... eew.
