If you're anything like me, you will do absolutely anything to avoid the Stupid Bowl. With a deep-seated loathing for everything that happens on the gridiron (that doesn't involve Madonna or Janet Jackson's nipple) I always thought it was the worst day of the year. Boy was I wrong.

Pamplona's Running of the Bulls begins today, and while we wait for the first glorious goring, I wonder: Is this schtick getting old? How can we enliven this age-old tradition of endangering the lives of humanity's eligible bachelors?