Show Me Your Pigskin!

On Sundays I wake up and go to church. No, not the one with dudes with comb-overs asking for the 2 bucks that's in my pocket, or the 22 year old hottie who has no desire to spend 3 1/2 minutes of ecstasy with me because she's saving herself. No, I'm talking about the church of the gridiron. So in honor of football Sunday, here you go.