And naturally, what do you do? How do you hide the nagging voice in your head telling you Bruce Arians has no idea what heâ€™s doing with an offense? Well, you can bang your head on the wall continuously (as my boyfriend does), or you lose yourself in the food (like I do). Drown in the comfort of warm, cheese-infused, dip-friendly goodness. Ah. Thatâ€™s more like it. Whatâ€™s that you say? Nine sacks, intentional grounding, four QB runs? Itâ€™s all good when youâ€™ve got a friend like hot pizza dip.