I'm not sure if it's the alcohol, genuine stupidity or the physical toll of carrying her bouncy friend on her shoulders that caused this on-air boner. More than likely it's a combination of all three.

The best part here is that you can practically see gears grinding in her head as she struggles to remember a name of a player on the team she's out there passionately celebrating.

Eurkeka! She has it. Mark Sanchez. He's a guy who throws the football thing, right? Plus, he's cute. Maybe he'll call me.  I'll say it! And say it with conviction, dammit!

This poor girl. How could she expect to have been interrogated with a probing question like that? At least the hard-hitting investigative reporter had the decency to comfort her afterward.

[H/T: The Big Lead]