I can now go back to watching football the way most girls (not women?) live their lives – irrational, emotional, and full of anger at the smallest transgressions. Number one on my list of irrational hate? Tom Brady. Thanks for delivering 4 fantasy points in that game against the jets. I mean, you were averaging 26 points a game until that little dandy. Thanks a lot for that.

Four. You know the only good thing about that number? Brett Favre wears it. He is my personal saint, savior, and hero. Tom Brady is no Brett Favre.

When my leadingscorer is a kicker (Mason Crosy, 19 points) you know you’re in trouble. Willis McGahee, you too are on my shit list. The dolphions beat you. The dolphins haven’t beaten anyone all season. Yet they find a way to ‘shut you down’. Yeah, i don’t care if you rushed for 104 yards, where is my end-zone bitch? Get your ass in there, do a dance, don’t embarrass the former 2000 superbowl champs. Go get your pay day.

Lastly, I ate korean bbq on saturday. Hot Pot i guess is how it’s called, it was hot but there was certainly no pot. Of any kind. It was a grill and endless meat (that’s what she said), and me and my friends definitely ate the lion’s share of that, probably close to 12-15 pounds of meat total.

I didn’t eat again until sunday.