How could you forget about Plaxico Burress? It’s been about two and a half years since he went to Manhattan nightclub with a handgun tucked into the waistband of his sweatpants. (Even I know that’s pretty stupid.) At some point, healing the gun slipped out of his pants–embarrassing enough on the dance floor we’re told–and then it discharged, check shooting him in the leg. Compared to Janet Jackson’s little episode at the Super Bowl, ailment THIS is a real wardrobe malfunction. Now he is out of jail after serving nearly two years, the real question is: what NFL team has the right combination of aggressive, pass-oriented offense and clothing stylists/arms experts to make it safe for Plaxico to be on your squad?