Jets-Raiders...The Reason I Watch Games At Blondies

A friend of mine invited me to this game on Saturday. I had to turn him down because I had to run some errands on Sunday morning and wouldn't be able to make it.

I also decided to pass on going to Blondies Sunday to give me my liver and wallet a rest.

I was quickly reminded why I watch games at a bar in the first place. And why I curse my landlord for not allowing me to put a dish on the side of my building so I can get the NFL Sunday ticket.

What a mess. My buddy Arnie called me from the game half in the bag from the tailgate. That's the only way you can watch the Jets live these days. He said that if this were a Shakespeare play, it would be called a Comedy of Errors.

I disagree. That play was intentionally maddening. This was more like a badly choreographed porn flick.

The sad thing about the win was that Jets fans couldn't even enjoy it. With Houston and San Francisco's losses yesterday, the Jets are winning their way out of the Leinart/Bush sweepstakes.

How I wished I owned a liquor store in New York or New Jersey right now....I'd make a killing....