The first ever calling of the taint has occurred. I woke up this morning and walked outside wearing no pants, and coincidentally the weather was surprisingly cool...on my taint. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and it reminded me of football season. My taint began to tingle. I decided to take a drive down a country road and think about things, with no pants of course. The drive was taintastic and I knew the football season was right around the corner. So in honor of Chris Todd, Nick Saban, Brett Favre, and all things taint, I now officially call the taint. For those of you that don't know, this means that football season has arrived. So, for traditions sake, walk around with no pants on today...treat your taint to the open road...or just punch your significant other in the taint. Remember guys, War Damn Eagle, and O N E Taint at a Time.