I may have to stop following football. It's just not a good year for me as far a sports are concerned. Hockey season is gone, my beloved Titans are on the on the brink of implosion, and Vanderbilt managed once again to find a season's worth of new and exciting ways to lose football games. Don't talk to me about basketball, because I like it only a little better than baseball. And tennis is senseless. Golf is fun to play, but boring as hell to watch, and thanks to a computer game I played YEARS ago, has reduced my response to most things in golf to "Oooh.... can't be too happy about that one, Jim." But football - God, I love to watch football. I joined the friggin' color guard in highschool for two reasons: 1) days out of school in the spring to march in the parades and 2) free football all season. I wasn't coordinated enough to twirl a flag and march at the same time, but I tried REALLY hard, and I loved doing it. I sold my Titan's tickets to Sunday's game, and I'm sure I got the better end of the deal. Now if I can just find a sucker for my Monday night tickets...

And then, last night, adding insult to injury, the Cowboys went from potential playoff material to leftover Tuna Surprise. I still like the Cowboys (don't tell Coach Fisher!) but the Tuna - well, to say that Parcells needs to go home, Jimmy Johnson needs to BUY a friggin' clue, and DAMN, how I miss the gravy days of Coach Landry pretty well sums up how I feel about the Cowboys. It's hard sometimes not to be a fair weather fan, but most of the faithful have ridden out the storms before. These days, however, it feels like hurricane season may never end.

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