Meltdown Tuesday: Pimps, thieves and Rex Ryan

Bass: Never would’ve pegged myself as a black bean burger kinda guy, but damn if it didn’t hit the spot. Let’s finish melting down so I can get home before the sun goes down.

Verderame: You went hard after that beer. It was mildly aggressive. Alright, let’s party.

Bass: Beer was the best decision I’ve made all day. Left Hand Milk Stout FTW! So about those Bills …

Verderame: Those boys probably need some beer at the moment. How do you take 15 penalties? They are going to miss the postseason for the 16th straight season, because they can’t play the game right. Nice job, Rex!

Bass: 101 penalty yards. One oh one. That is incredible and incredibly depressing. Maybe Rex will learn by his third head-coaching stint that heavily penalized teams don’t win games.

Verderame: You would think at some point that being the tough (losing) guy would get old. Apparently Mr. Feet is cool with it.

Bass: Seriously. The f–ing guy spends so much time worrying about trolling other teams – making Ik Enemkpali captain against the Jets, or Richie Incognito against the Dolphins – than he does disciplining his team. And another thing: at what point does a grown man go from Richie to Rich, Richard, Dick or some other nickname. Richie?! GTFO.

Verderame: It’s a major problem. It’s not good. Be a man and have a man’s name. Stop being a bully, get better at your job and get a real name.

Bass: The whole damn thing is disgusting. And LeSean McCoy should man up and talk to the media. Sure as hell shot his mouth off in the offseason. Gotta play ball when the chips are down.

Verderame: He’s overrated. He has not been a great player in two years. He can’t handle losing, and it makes him a loser. McCoy can enjoy playing in Siberia for the rest of his career.

Bass: At least there’s a nice waterfall up there.

Verderame: They ought to get in a barrel.

Bass: Top 5 athletes or coaches of all-time you’d like to see go down Niagra in a barrel: go!

Verderame: Lin Elliott, Herm Edwards, Eddy Curry, Isiah Thomas and Quentin Richardson. Can you tell which teams I root for?

Bass: Yours is a sad existence my friend. I’ll let you go cry into that bottle of wine that’s sitting at your desk.

Verderame: Lol I’m going to just pound that mother.