You gotta imagine his son’s are even better.

Let’s set aside for one second the fact that Vince Vaughn’s brain has been so chemically altered over the years that he can no longer tell down from up, left from right, or Minnesota rottencrotch from fine Iowa trim.

The simple fact of the matter is that there is no such thing as a Minnesota fan. Sure, there are occasionally upwards of 3,000 half-curious onlookers and bystanders at football games, but the notion that even a marginally rational human being can look upon that program, those uniforms, and that dump that Iowa finally got condemned and nod with approval is ludicrous at best.

As for you, I urge you to change your icon immediately; yes, it’s incredibly funny in an ironic sense, like the "ESPN Mobile" icon I had as a commenter on Deadspin back in the day. If one wrong person sees it and interprets it at face value, though, you’ll be pronounced "unfit to live unsupervised," given a helmet to wear at all times, and more than likely your steak knives and other sharps will be confiscated. That or you’ll be just plain institutionalized.

Good day.

Vince Vaughn will tell anybody that gives him a free bottle of pure Vermont Maple syrup that he’s a fan of their team.