I went to two pretty decent Halloween parties last weekend and saw a lot of clever costumes—Tony Stark with glowing chest plate, Anton Chigurh, Carmen Sandiego, Sewer Urchin, half the cast of "The Maltese Falcon," two Sarah Palins, 16 Jokers, and a dude in a Chinese gymnast leotard. But none—none—of them compare to the most perfect costume from the sports world and beyond ... Baby Mangino.


This unknown child wins the universal costume contest from now to the end of time. Unless he continues to be the spitting image of the Kansas head football coach even after he reaches full maturity, in which case his therapy bill will be the only thing that's out of this world.