Why stadium toilets overflow.

Yesterday, using our earth science database, we discovered why Giants Stadium is built on extinct volcano vents. Having washed our hands of the eerily-Yankee-esque Mets, we dabbled in football--a sport known among sports cognescenti for its sudden violence and cute tushies. We know what you’re thinking: football is the domain of office managers with clip-on ties and rub-on tans, and their latently-homosexual frat-boy sons; but it is also a land of tail-gate parties, AK47-toting Homeland Security cops, and many trips to the bathroom. While the Jets (or was it the Giants?) easily trounced the Detroit pussycats, Recharger observed an alarming parade of beer-sloshed fans. In fact, fans (mainly big guy types who know a lot about sheet-rock and who taunted the opposing team with wity insults like “lesbian”) drank so much brew that soon the march to stadium urinals surpassed the march to beer stands.