Okay, this has been bothering us all week, and we need to do something about it.

On Monday, we’re driving along, minding our own business and listening to some music, when local radio host Barry Taylor begins telling a story about Rod Black. This is promising; we’re not especially fond of Rod Black’s playcalling, so we’re intrigued by the possibility of a little dirt.

Then things get sketchy. According to Barry, a friend who works for the Ticats encountered Black prior to last Friday night’s steamy encounter with the Stamps at Ivor Wynne – and was asked a most uncomfortable question. Alluding to the extremely hot weather, and presumably with his mighty mustache glistening majestically, Black is alleged to have asked what was no doubt on everyone’s mind: “So, how sweaty are your balls right now?”

Yeah, we know: You didn’t need to hear that. Neither did we. In fact, we so don’t want to believe it that we tried to track Barry down in hope it was all some terrible joke. Since that didn’t work, we turn to Black himself.

Rod, please help us out by setting the record straight. Tell us you did not, in fact, discuss what was going on in your pants that night. Because we don’t even want to think about what was happening in there once Sandro DeAngelis took the field.