With Fantasy Football now finished for the season (boooo), the Mailbag is now transitioning to that of a grab bag – your sex lives can still get plenty of attention, but anything goes for questions now! Sports! Violence! Inventions! Whatever ya got, it’s all on the table here.

So welcome back! I took a few weeks off from mailbags over the holidays thanks to both Xmas and New Years’ falling on Fridays this year, and with family commitments… yada, yada, you don’t give a fuck. It’s fine. At any rate, playoffs start tomorrow, and life is good.

Been sitting on a few questions over the past little while, so I’ll try and address some of these the best I can for now.

How badly are the Seahawks gonna kill the Vikes? Like, should I just give up all hope now and skip watching the game in favor of going an ice fishing vacation with some buddies instead?

Ok, well number one, have you BEEN ice fishing before? You’re sitting in a tiny heated shack on a frozen lake for hours at a time. It’s an excuse to drink beer at ten o’clock in the morning with friends and not take shit from any wives, girlfriends, etc. That is fucking awesome. And not only that, but as fishing goes, ice fishing is probably as low-maintenance as you can get. Drill your hole, slide your shack into place, drop your line, and grab a seat until you see something wiggle. You can drink, you can play cards, and you can also watch/listen to the game. Plenty of opportunity to multitask here.

And let’s face it – the Vikes are gonna get smoked. It’s gonna suck. But if you’re already drunk and doing an enjoyable activity to begin with, I see no reason for that to be giving up hope on life. It could be worse. You could be moping about at home and drunk. Drunk in nature > drunk in civilization. Cavemen were on to something when they discovered those fermented berries in the first place.

Saw a picture of my ex on Facebook on Christmas with her new hotshot Irish boyfriend, and felt pretty mad about the whole thing. I let her end things so she could travel to the UK for work (and knew it was gonna be the end in doing so because I just felt I couldn’t do the same), but I just feel pretty betrayed still less than a year onwards… before dropping the bomb that she wanted desperately to go overseas, we’d already been job- and apartment-hunting in a new city and making plans on moving in together. I thought it was pretty serious at the time… definitely the most serious relationship I’d been up to that point in my life. Am I overreacting here?

It’s cool to feel put out by this. You sound like you’re a younger guy, probably like myself, and when you make plans on moving in with someone it’s a big deal in a relationship. All this said, though, you’re here, she’s there, and I think you have enough sense to know that it really, truly is finito. At some point, you’re gonna have to let it go, because dwelling on that for months and years is some toxic, self-destructive stuff. Hide her posts on Facebook, delete her outright, I dunno. Whatever you have to do, do it.

100 grizzly bears vs 100 Bengal tigers. Who ya got?

I Googled some comparison points for this, actually. Tiger top speed: 65 km/h, grizzly top speed: 56 km/h. Male Bengals can weigh up to 235 kg in northern India (518 lbs) while male grizzlies can go up to 360 kg (790 lbs). So with this in mind, my oversimplified generalizations here are tigers: speed and bears: size.

Now, tigers typically tend to hunt alone, unlike lions which are pack animals, though I imagine it would probably be far more realistic for a coordinated tiger attack than it would be for grizzlies. If the tigers can chase the bears down a hill to lower ground and fence them in that way, I think the tigers win, but if the bears can somehow move the fight into shallow water, then I think the bears can take it. Have you seen those gigantic bastards scoop up fish?? It’s amazing.

I’m not a zoologist though, so maybe I haven’t thought through the details of this fully enough just yet.

Also, this is the first paragraph of the Wikipedia article on grizzlies as of 12:45 PM on January 8th – how has nobody edited this yet?? (Click/tap to expand).

Would Snooki be a worse choice for US President than Donald Trump?

Unquestionably, Trump is still the most terrible choice out there. For all that’s gone on in dear, sweet Nicole Polizzi’s life, she’s now an author and a mom of two children, and I’m pretty sure she probably treats her family with more compassion than Trump treats his. That’s like, baseline number one right there. But shit, imagine if Snooki really did become US president. What would happen?

• Spray tans, hair extensions and manicures are now covered under health insurance providers
• Massive economic revitalization of Atlantic City/NJ seaside region
• Any militaristic threats from Russia, North Korea, etc. met with a gigantic amount of attitude and the threat of sending “her boys” after them, and MEANING it
• Encouragement of weekly “family dinners” between NATO countries to foster friendship and allegiances
• Reduced legislation on alcohol consumption and purchasing

That’s just a few that I can think of, and while it’s pretty goddamn simple-minded, it still somehow remains better than anything the GOP has put out to date. So God help us all, really.

That’s all for this week! Enjoy the playoffs, and see you around these parts.

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