I have no conscience and will literally post anything, so here you go. Howie is apparently on his way to Cancun, on the same flight as reader Mark:

https://twitter.com/MarkAMansfield/status/831229467565625347

I wonder what it’s like to be in this position if you’re Roseman. He’s not a celeb, but there’s a reasonable chance that he’ll be recognized by at least a handful of people on a flight out of Philly. You have to know that when you go to the John, you’ll have “eyes-on.” For me, the barrier to take a shit here would have to be pretty high. I’m no NFL GM, but I get recognized from time to time at sporting events or sports bar-type settings, certainly enough to be at least somewhat aware of my outward appearance and actions. Would I let one rip in line at the cleaners? You bet! No one will know and, worst case, smelt it dealt it. In line for a pretzel at the Wells Fargo Center? Absolutely not. With my luck, the guy behind me would be a longtime reader, commenter and t-shirt patron who was contemplating saying hello until I steamed his outstretched hand off. No one wants that. Similarly, I just can’t envision a scenario in which I’m Howie Roseman and drop a deuce on a plane unless I really have to go. I guess Howie really had to go.