I once was at an airport bar and I was, quite coincidentally, sitting next to Mr. and Mrs. Cutler, the parents of Jay Cutler. The Broncos game was on and we were all watching the game.
Cutler proceeded to throw his second pick six of the game and Mr. Cutler slammed his fork and knife simultaneously down onto his dinner plate at the bar and sighed, "Gaw dammit, hunny. Our boy just threw anudda innerception touchdown!"
Mrs. Cutler turned, stared at her husband and said: "Poppa PickSixer, you know Jay PickSixer Junior don't give a fuck. He don't care if his team wins or loses. He just wants to put that dopey face on television and it don't matter if it's a win or a loss."