I have no good reason for posting this video other than a friend of mine just sent it to me, and it never seems to lose its entertainment value. Actually I do have a good reason: I want to present some evidence in defense of Broadway Joe. Some evidence that proves Prime Time Namath was once capable of bedding women far comelier than Suzy Kolber. The evidence is here, courtesy of Modern Drunkard: "To dodge his friskier female fans, Joe took to visiting different bars on different nights. One he liked was the Phone Booth, but word soon got around that he could be found there and the bar turned into a sea of girls with eyes for no one but Broadway Joe. Some literally spent hours at a time there, laying in wait, ready to pounce at the first sign of their beloved quarterback. On one of his last visits, he arrived late with a couple of friends, happy to find the place mostly empty. Of the girls present, a pair caught his eye but they were sitting with two men. Joe decided to take a shot anyway, and when one of the pair looked in his direction he turned on his high-voltage smile and gave her a nod. A moment later the girls had ditched their fellas and joined Joe and his pals for an all-night party at his penthouse. The men they ditched were Keith Richards and Mick Jagger."

In lieu of the fact that most of the Weekly staff are currently undergoing procedures for curing alcohol poisoning. And that our normal Pigskin Picks prognosticator Mike Seely is suffering the after-effects of an alligator wrasslin' tournament gone afoul, I've been tabbed to submit the Buzzer Beater's official NFL Playoff picks.

Now these selections are can't-miss. Make sure you invest what's left of your 401K and whatever money you can squeeze out of your second mortgage when wagering. Check your grandmother's purse. She always has spare change in there.

So without further delay, the Pigskin Picks.

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While it's awesome that an NFL lineman from Tampa has decided to change his name to honor the lost classic Teen Wolf, it serves only to further my frustration at the fact that I still can't rent this fucking gem on DVD. Instead, I'm forced to buy it in tandem with Teen Wolf 2, which I'm loathe to do. Come on, Cockbuster, throw this wolf a bone!

Michael Vick has committed heinous crimes against animals, and will justifiably be considered a disgusting individual by a significant portion of his fellow humans for the rest of his life.  This conduct, which revolved around a vicious dogfighting ring Vick had a hand in running, has cost the former millionaire his entire fortune and nearly two years of his freedom, spent in a federal penitentiary in Kansas. On July 20, he will be released from the slammer once and for all, provided he doesn't do anything to trigger a suspended sentence on a separate state charge.

When Vick re-enters the world, he will be 29 years old and still very much in his athletic prime. During his last year in the league, 2006, he rushed for over 1,000 yards, averaging 8.4 yards per carry, and threw for another 2,400+. Simply put, he remains the most unique talent the pro game has seen in a long, long time, even if his Falcons failed to make much of a mark in the postseason. And while Atlanta has said it wants nothing to do with Vick if and when he's reinstated -- despite the fact that they still hold his rights -- as long as the likes of Al Davis are still occupying owners' boxes around the league, someone is bound to give him a second chance.

And make no mistake about it: Vick deserves that chance.

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A little short of the required $2 million bail, alleged Renton hitman Arvin Edwards remains a fellow resident of the Clark County Jail in Las Vegas with lifer-to-be O.J. Simpson. Edwards awaits a February 26 trial at which, his attorney claims, he'll tell the real story about the Vegas shooting spree Edwards undertook supposedly at the behest of Dallas Cowboys bad boy Adam "Pacman" Jones.

It is testimony that could end Jones' football career, the attorney suggests. But perhaps Jones has already done that himself. NFL commissioner Roger Goodell yesterday suspended Jones for at least the next four games for violating the league's personal conduct policy - again.

The suspension stems from an incident last week at The Joule hotel in Dallas, "perhaps ending the cornerback's career," says the Dallas Morning News. Jones, who has been arrested at least six times since his 2005 draft, got into a fight at the hotel with no less than his team-issued bodyguard. In a letter, Goodell said the "alcohol-related physical altercation" was part of "a disturbing pattern of behavior and clearly inconsistent with the conditions I set for your continued participation in the NFL."

Jones, who is not so good with money (he almost lost his Tennessee home), will be docked $41,176 a week during the suspension. That's going to put a crimp in his style of showering Vegas strippers with thousands of dollars he toted around in a garbage bag.

The Seahawks finally have signed former first round pick Koren Robinson, bringing the troubled receiver back to Seattle. Looks like a trade is also going through with Denver to acquire wideout Keary Colbert.

This puts an end to the rumors that the Hawks were looking to sign Motown crooner Smokey Robinson and Comedy Central funnyman Stephen Colbert

The stop-gap moves to flesh out the receiver corp should be seen as just that. But it's good that GM Tim Ruskell has the leeway to something, anything to get a couple healthy targets for QB Matt Hasselback.

After the messy divorce that was the Brett Favre/Green Bay Packers retirement/comeback debacle this football watcher is looking for a new number two football team.

Don’t worry. As a Seattleite, my first allegiance will always be to the Hawks. But over a season, you have to be the most orthodox disciples of Bill The Beerman not to cast a wandering eye over to another team’s sideline on Sunday afternoons.

If you have to go out stepping, you might as well put your boots under the bed of a franchise that has at least some ties to home.

Having watched enough games in the old Kingdome as a kid, that “other team” now has become the Washington Redskins with their new head coach Jim Zorn.

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Pacman and Arvin

Ever since Renton resident Arvin Edwards went to Las Vegas for NBA All-Star Weekend last year and supposedly offered to do a favor for now-Dallas Cowboys cornerback Adam “Packman” Jones, the bullets, bodies and criminal accusations have been flying. The toll includes three victims allegedly wounded by gunman Edwards that February 2007 weekend and one dead this year, a stylist/consultant to rap stars Kanye West and 50 Cent, who was apparently thrown out her New York window in June. (Police are still trying to determine if the death of Sadia Morrison, 25, is connected to the Vegas incident involving Edwards and Jones, in which Morrison was arrested for fighting).

And there’s Edwards, 29, a man with a record who allegedly extorted hit money from Jones -- money, it turns out that in part arrived in Seattle just about the time Edwards dearly needed it: to bail himself out of King County jail on a felony charge of threatening to kill his Renton neighbor. This week in Sin City, Edwards pleaded not guilty to three counts of attempted murder and claimed that football bad boy Jones (arrested six times since being drafted in 2005) is lying about the extortion because he’s seeking reinstatement by the NFL.

The bizarre saga kicked off near 5 a.m. Feb. 19, 2007. Jones, 24, and his entourage were booted out of Vegas’ Minxx strip club after Jones caused a ruckus by showering strippers with cash from a plastic bag containing at least $81,000 (an event promoter ran off with the remaining cash in the bag, and later was forced to return it). Outside the club, according to Jones’ version as detailed in a police arrest warrant, Edwards – an occasional visitor to Vegas where his girlfriend worked as a dancer – approached and told Jones he’d "take care" of things. Jones said "Whatever." Edwards then sprayed the club with bullets, wounding three people, leaving club manager Tom Urbanski paralyzed. A week later, Edwards, using a fake name, allegedly called Jones in Atlanta asking to be paid for that little favor. An Edwards associate also allegedly called a Jones friend asking for money, saying Jones should pay or his family could be in danger. Eventually, last September, Jones -- who was suspended from the NFL last year because of the Vegas incident -- told police and the league he and his friend made a $15,000 extortion payoff to the two men.

According to Vegas cops and court records here, Edwards received about $3,800 of the money -- $1,800 of it wired to Seattle May 4 last year. Edwards, whose record includes a felony drug bust in Bellingham and an arrest for carrying burglary tools in New Orleans, his home town, was just a few days away from being arrested here for felony harassment, allegedly telling his Renton neighbor "I guarantee, in two days, you’ll be dead." He apparently blamed her for his eviction from a Petrovitsky Road apartment complex, whose property managers he also is said to have threatened. On May 10, Edwards posted bond to make $5,000 bail.

That case has dragged on since, with Edwards frequently failing to appear in court. He’d been re-arrested on a bench warrant and was cooling his heels in the Yakima jail (due to overcrowding in Seattle) when Pacman Jones showed up there with authorities for a lineup in April this year. Jones fingered Edwards as the shooter; police also say they have phone records incriminating Edwards. Nonetheless, Edwards' attorney says Jones, who is now practicing with the Cowboys, has "fabricated" this tale about his client to grease his reinstatement. Today, Edwards is being held on $2 million bail and promises that as long and weird as this story already is, there’s more to come.

While investigators and Oakland team officials work to piece together who was responsible for Raider wideout Javon Walker getting the consciousness beat out of him the other night, I'm going to go ahead and share an account of what allegedly happened from a friend of a friend who knows a bartender who works with another bartender who was in Vegas with Walker the night of his assault (in other words, assign as much credibility to this unsubstantiated account as you see fit; and I'm not naming certain names because I don't have time to substantiate it myself): "My friend who bartends at this one L.A. strip join told me that Javon Walker's best friend works as a bartender there as well, and Javon normally comes in twice a week. Walker's friend asked my buddy to bartend for him Sunday night, telling him he was going to Vegas with Walker. Yesterday, my bartender friend sees the ESPN report where Walker got beaten up and figures his bartending partner was with Walker and was worried he might be laying dead somewhere. He calls into the strip joint where they work and asks the GM if his bartending partner has called in yet. He says that he did and was OK, but was with Javon in Vegas on Sunday night."

"Evidently, Walker was at a club drinking and a well-known boxer (Update: Spy On Vegas' party roundup puts Floyd Mayweather at the scene, so yeah, that's who our tipster's talking about here) was at another table. Walker ordered 5 bottles of Vodka, so the boxer orders 10 bottles of vodka trying to one-up him. Walker then orders another 5 bottles for his entourage. Evidently, both groups were pretty hammered and words were exchanged. When Walker leaves to go back to their hotel, they are followed by some chick. Walker jumps out of the cab at the traffic light and gets in with the chick following behind. That was the last they saw of Walker. Evidently, another vehicle was following behind the chick and ran the chick off the road and beat the heck out of Walker. Reports haven't been released that the boxer was involved, so we'll see what transpires. As you know, the boxer lives in Vegas and it's his town. His thugs probably beat the heck out of [Walker] and stole his watch and wallet, making it look like a robbery. They left him in some alley. They say Walker may never play again as his face sustained multiple fractures."

Random observations from the second biggest Sunday in sport (the biggest being the final round of the Masters):

- The best thing about the Super Bowl was that the Patriots lost. The worst thing about it was that the team that beat them is from New York.

- The best thing about my $100 bet on the Giants to beat the spread is that I won. The worst thing about it is I didn't have the sack to bet 'em straight up on the money line, which would have covered a trip to Canlis.

- What the Super Bowl commercials proved is that, while there was once a so-called Golden Age of television advertising, we're definitely not in it right now.

- Was it really so cold in Phoenix that the stadium's retractable roof had to be closed? Come on.

- The best thing about the all-day pre-game buildup was Animal Planet's Puppy Bowl IV -- i.e., a bunch of young dogs wrestling for the right to carry chew toys across the goal line on a mini, low-tech field/playpen. (The most impressive specimen was a three-month-old, 44-lb. Alaskan Malamute named Bruin, who should have been named Husky.) The worst thing about Puppy Bowl IV was the "cat halftime show," which is flat-out discriminatory.