The FanHaus picked up on a story in the Oxford Press that examines British attitudes towards American football leading up to next season's Dolphins-Giants tilt at Wembley Stadium.  And they don't know anything! Because they're stupid Brits who don't know anything.

Londoner Tim Pickergill said he cannot name many Miami Dolphins.  "Just Joe Montana, really," he said.

What an idiot!  Like "Montana" is even a real person's last name.  It's a state, not a quarterback.

Your favorite Dolphin, sir? "The Rock," said North London's James Day.

Oh my God.  Could they be any more clueless?  I don't even see the connection.  Nicolas Cage never played in the NFL, and Sean Connery isn't even American.  And that movie isn't even about football.  It's about some brave Marines trying to help veterans by destroying San Francisco.  Such a sad ending when the bad guys win.

Here are hunky Notre Dame quarterbacks Joe Montana and Brady Quinn, two ships passing before/after their consecutive appearances on the Mike and the Mad Dog Show here on Radio Row.

It's amazing the kind of awe a legendary quarterback inspires in these here sports maniacs. One guy practically fainted after Joe Namath signed his football. And people trail Montana like interstellar dust after a comet. Wait. That simile's too classy. People trail Montana like herpes outbreaks after a Michael Vick road game. Like Namath, Montana will always be a star during Super Bowl Week. Brady Quinn? Eh, where's his ring? He's just a hunk of delicious man-meat.

What did they talk about? I dunno. Probably poon.