Ugh! More Football

Last night's game would have been a complete waste of time were it not for the pizza (and taking frequent breaks from the lousy game to build things out of blocks with Amalia). I am not really a NY Giants fan (give me the Jets any day), but I am definitely an anti-Tampa Bay fan, and would even root for the 49ers to beat them (even if they brought back Mariucci and Young).

Now, before I get hate email from the Tampa Bay Chamber of Commerce, you must understand that it is simply out of a grudge for Coach Chucky (Gruden), who abandoned us to go there that I want to see the Bucs lose every single game that they suit up for.

One of the worthwhile moments of the game was the one moment of Giants brilliance, not just to watch the play, but to watch Chucky's rather psychotic look as he watched it. Other than that, the Giants had their head served to them on a platter, and deserved every bit of it, especially since the Bucs were not and have not been playing well at all.

I like football for the two and a half months a year that I follow it. I would probably like basketball if I reduced its season to a couple of months. The only sport worth a longer season is baseball.