We have ALL been there before; driving home, anxious to get the pizza we just picked up on to our table, while the topping are still hot and the crust hasn't dissolved into a soggy mess. We speed through stoplights, rip around corners and tailgate the ever-living shit outta that motherfucker who just won't please SPEED THE FUCK UP. Sorry, it’s just, I want my pizza. Now.
Well Nate Burleson of the Detroit Lions feels my and your pain. In fact, he feels it worse. Because yesterday Burleson broke his arm in TWO places when he crashed into a highway median driving home with a pizza in his front seat. He said he got distracted while trying to stop it from falling off the seat. I admire that. A pizza with the cheese all strewn to one side is no pizza at all.
Burleson could be out for the season with the broken arm. Pizza will not. Pizza will always be in season.