I’m not going to argue that the Hooded Casanova wasn’t thoroughly outcoached by his swinging J-E-R-K-S rival earlier today, nor will I contest that when Tom Brady‘s receiving corps weren’t well blanketed, they were just as likely to be dropping catchable balls.  No, instead, I’d rather we all wonder just how scared out of his mind Sal Paolantonio must’ve been when standing inches away from the blast furnace otherwise known as Bart Scott.