NFL Conference Championship Football. I'm not used to this concept. I'm from South Florida, so I'm likelier to wake up in a bubble bath with Donald and Hillary playing footsie underwater and exchanging pleasantries via blackberry email over Big Mac's and mimosa's than I am to attend an AFC Championship involving my Dolphins. Most of us enjoy the contests casually, not everyone though. Apparently, some put their Big-J Journalist hats on and turn into Fireball Mario (or Maria) on Bath Salts tossing ridiculous, over-the-top, liquid-hot-magma takes aimlessly in every direction.