A Lil' HVD from the HOG; or, Make Like Burger King and Have It Your Way

It's true. All of our blogtastic colleagues out there in the spheres are offering their take on this oft-treasured holiday. We're no different. Better? Sure. Different? Jury's still out. Nevertheless, the collegiate hoops, the hockey, the Combine preparations, the inquistions of HGH injections in the ass...they all come to a stop on good ol' February 14.

Why? We're beyond questions. We simply nod and offer our own HoG-riffic perspective on the goings on of the day that honors Saint Valentine. Still curious? Click that handy link for a gander.

In our completely non-stereotypical view, we assume most of our beloved readership spent the evening in a fashion that resembled something similar to this:



Naturally, if things go well, that leads to a little of this:



But perhaps lady luck (Editor's Note: Pun totally intended) had something else in store and it was another evening filled with grain alcohol and that nephew that can't get enough tickling, such as:



Not to worry. If that's the case, remember that some fellas are out there taking one for the team. Like the dude that lands this keeper:



And of course, that guy's got an edge over the humble gent that mounts this heart-shaped bundle of love:



Either way, tomorrow's a new day, and we're once again, an afternoon closer to Opening Day, the draft, and all of those other things that keep our non-Valentine hearts a-beat. Cheers, gents!