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Brett Favre’s interception in the fourth quarter essentially squashed whatever chances the Vikings had to beat the New Orleans Saints in regulation last night. And while we could argue that that pick, the myriad of turnovers (“myriad turnovers?”) Childress’ playcalling, or that 12th man in the huddle on the previous play had as much to do with that or more, let’s just skip that and get to this lascivious game of “Guess What SI’s Tim Layden Was Thinking Of.” I’ll remove one word from this passage, and you guess what the word is. Get ready to gag.

Brett Favre sat on a stool in front of a cubicle in the visitors’ dressing room in the belly of the Superdome. His pads and helmet were stuffed into a purple canvas bag with the Minnesota Vikings’ logo on the outside. His shoes and socks sat on the floor.

Slowly he peeled off his white game pants and pulled a sleeveless undershirt over his head. He squirted white, gooey [redacted] into his grey buzz cut and it began running down off his head. All of this he has done hundreds of times since he was a little boy…SI.com

If you guessed “shampoo,” then congrats: you’re not gay! At least not a frustrated gay. Sheesh, those guys are the worst. Uh, at least that’s what a friend told me once. Also.

ASYLUM POLL: Who’s to blame for the Vikings’ loss in New Orleans?