OK, 'tis the season...for some good ol' fashioned Week 15-inspired NFL hate!
Last week, I tried to get into the Christmas spirit in order to get back on to Santa's nice list, but that's never going to work. So, I'm ready and willing to hand out lumps of coal to every single NFL team that foolishly thinks they have a chance this weekend.
For you? No, no coal for you. For you, I've gotten something even more special: It's called a clue. Your team is terrible, and there will be no Christmas miracles (or Hanukkah miracles, for my Jewish friends). There will, however, be a Festivus-inspired airing of grievances.
First, your face. Second, your odor. Three through five don't matter; I just want to make sure I have a fist ready in case you get too close.
On to the grinchitude....