After our travel department shoehorned two six-foot-plus-tall editors into the last row of our flight to Phoenix, we made the worst of a bad situation by canvassing other passengers for their thoughts about Sunday's game while on their way out of the crapper.
Pictured here: the 2.3 seconds of our flight that weren't dominated by a double-digit procession of passenger butt in our face waiting for the lavatory.
Poor Jimmy contracted cerebral palsy from the plane's cramped confines. Don't worry, he already had down syndrome.