Isn’t it odd that a person is so against exploiting animals that he (or she) will burn down a pet shop, at the same time, dooming the animals inside the shop to a fiery death?

Today, I watched as a little girl panhandled in front of my office. She, unabashedly asked every passerby for change. And before you begin to pity this little girl, who I’m guessing was about 8 or 9 years old, I listened as she boasted to her little friends how she was able to get strangers to give her money. She even assuredly approached a group of teenage boys to prove to her friends her new skill and walked away winking, honest to God, after the boys gave her money.

With my many cigarette-breaks, it was only a matter of time before the girl asked me for money. Low and behold, she did. She even had a disingenuous pout as she said, “Do you have 75 cents?” I wasn’t going to reward this performance so the chubby little girl could buy more candy. Yes, I called her chubby, and yes, I watched her buy candy after receiving each hand-out.

Well, one thing I can say is she’s well on her way to becoming a successful adult. As any adult will tell you, deceit will get you far in life. Right?

Hands-down, the absolute worst part about Sunday night football moving to NBC… Pink’s opening number. Ick, yawn, uck. Make it stop!

Things are really heating up in my Fantasy League and I am finally riding high after last year’s nightmare. Last year, in what I thought was my lucky day, I was able to draft Daunte Culpepper with, as everyone knows, disastrous results. Looks like he’s sucking it up again this year but it makes no difference to me. I have solid depth at QB with Peyton Manning and Rex Grossman. Oh yeah, baby.

Another part of our fantasy league is picking the game winners which, I’m going to brag like a Mofo, I was 14 and 2 last week. I had selected the Giants over Philly and the Jags over Pitt-y. If only Daunte Culpepper didn’t suck it up and if only the Rams showed up to play, I would have correctly selected all 16 winners. To add to my cockiness confidence, I even did better than my dad, the NFL pundit himself. Although he picked NYG and Jacksonville, he also selected Miami, Kansas City, and Green Bay. Ha ha, Dad. The student has surpassed the teacher!

Don’t worry about my dad though. He’s making a new prediction regarding the Patriots wide receivers. My dad, the genius armchair-GM, who once correctly predicted Corey Dillon would come to New England two years before it actually happened is now predicting a superstar move, something I think is so shocking, it’s difficult to imagine it happening. My dad is predicting the Patriots will make a trade for Randy Moss. Yes, that Randy Moss. My dad is contending that the Patriots, with an extra first round draft pick, might try to make a deal with Al “George Steinbrenner is my hero” Davis to bring the troubled wide receiver to New England. I swear, when my dad made the Dillon prediction, I thought he was crazy. He might just be on to something here. Everyone knows the Oakland Raiders’ season was over before it even started. We’ll just have to see.

Ah, what a day! Today, I don’t have to go to work until 11 a.m., giving me the morning to just relax. How weird, being able to have my coffee, watch the news, and be alone! I know if I lived by myself I’d die of loneliness but I’ll take mornings like this anyday.

MY Patriots beat their archrivals, the New York Jets, 24-17. I was remarkably surprised to see quarterback Tom Brady passing the ball because, according to most columnists and analysts, I thought the Patriots had traded away their only wide receiver, Deion Branch. Go figure. I was also surprised to see the Patriots defense play well because, according to most columnists and analysts, the Patriots traded away their only wide receiver, Deion Branch. Go figure, the Patriots can still win a game without him. I’m as shocked as you are, I’m sure.

I’ve become so addicted to the NFL that my boyfriend has become a football widower. I wish he’d watch the games with me but he looks at professional sports watching as a social affair – watching with the guys over a few beers. It’s weird that, despite being a girl obsessed with sports, I’ve found it difficult to find a MAN to share in my passion. Go figure. I’m beginning to question whether guys even like sports at all.