Oh, Brit Brit. We knew you were cuckoo bananas back when you first started traipsing around gas stations in your bare tootsies and dating men with chin strap facial hair (not to mention the whole shaving your dome and undergoing a severe mental break thing, but who needs to revisit that just as you're ostensibly getting your act together?) but, somehow, this tops all.

And now for something completely different. Just before Thanksgiving, the Celtics handed over control of the halftime festivities to the Boston Ballet, who opted not to come out with a straight-up preview of their annual cash cow but instead offered a newly-choreographed routine outside their comfort zone.