Guys, I’m nervous for you. I’m nervous that without Sunday football every week, where you men were not only allowed but basically obligated to scream out your frustrations and thrust your genitals around that you are suddenly going to be left with a whole lot of pent up rage. Unlike us ladies who are able to sit and talk for an uninterrupted 14 hours straight to our friends about every single tiny little issue in our lives, you guys just sit there, staring at the TV, grunting at each other and drinking beer.

I’m nervous that after a couple of football-less weeks you’re all going to end up starting a fight club and meeting behind strip clubs to beat the s*** out of each other. The last thing we need is a bunch of bruised up guys walking around looking for the next punch.

So I come to you with this proposal: DANCE OFFS. Once a week, you and a buddy, your front yard, dance competition. You can just get out there and DANCE out all of your frustration and anger and stress and it will end in a productive way instead of with someone bleeding from their anus behind a Red Lobster.

Watch the guys below and learn from them. They know what they’re doing. They’re tough, they’re bad ass, but they also would like to keep the bones in their jaws from being wired shut. I know it’s a weird request, but just think about it. And seriously, watch these guys. They get DOWN.