Watching ESPN uber-professionals Sean Salisbury and John Clayton devolve from obligatory journalistic opposition to actual, obvious hatred of one another in every "Four Downs" segment is always entertaining, but this past week, with the offseason looming, Salisbury turned to a certain deranged, pun-cracking host puppet for one last glorious, season-ending insult. How long do you think he's been waiting for this moment? Since the first minute he met John Clayton, or since the minute he first saw "Tales From The Crypt" and knew he'd eventually meet a nerd who loosely approximated the Keeper's profile?
