Always related.

I’ve never been much of a paintball enthusiast, what with my naturally soft and sensitive skin and my hatred of sweating, but I’ve always been able to appreciate the almost religious enthusiasm that people show for it as a sport. And you can argue that it’s not a sport, but it involves running, strategy, cool equipment and, best of all, shooting people in the heads, so it qualifies as a sport in my book. Plus, if I can play with the cast of The Wire, then it’s obviously awesome.

With that said, for the past 14 years, people have flocked to Oklahoma on June 6 to honor D-Day, when the Allied Forces stormed German-occupied France and really made Hitler soil his lederhosen. What started as a tribute by 135 paintballers has turned into an event that draws more than 15,000.

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With Leather has already started reporting about Alison Brie, so we’ll continue the gradual change into Warming Glow with a little “Game of Thrones.” Watch in rapture (or mild enjoyment, depending on how old you are) as Radford University and High Point entertain themselves during a rain delay by literally jousting. Not that American Gladiators pugil stick on a platform thing, I’m talking “ride a horse toward someone and try to stab them to the ground” jousting. I’m just sad that neither team had a horse mascot to make it official. I’m pretty sure Radford’s mascot is Chong from “Up in Smoke.”

There are two great ways to tell that this happened with college players.

1) Nobody rushed out to fine and suspend them, and
2) The guy who lost the joust got up laughing and was fine, and didn’t have to go on the DL for another six months because his body is held together by congealed IV fluids.

Now that we’re jousting, we need to organize some San Diego Chicken fights.

[H/T No Guts No Glory]

The Chief will get you caught up on all the hot NFL action in the Monday Suck-Off tomorrow morning.  I'm going to use the remaining time before Sunday Night Football to finish my time-machine , so I can go back and not pick Louisville to win.  Not to cover, just win.  How does a 36.5-point favorite lose?  Oh well, if the space-time continuum proves too tough a nut to crack, I can always fake my own death.  Here's some sexy sporting girls via Jen's Free Throws: