I’m too tired/annoyed/detoxing-from-caffeine to write anything coherent.

• It’s time to cut the bullshit and rightfully declare that Wes Welker is one of the best WRs in the NFL.
• Methinks Matt Cassel might actually be improving, ever-so-slightly.
• Methinks Ellis Hobbs, love him or hate him, is one of the toughest bastards on the team.
• Howie Long’s kid looked pretty good.
• BTW, My dad has a mancrush on Howie Long.
• My love for Jerod Mayo grows exponentially each week.
• Oh shit, I just realized I’m running late for work!

I follow a strict schedule on Sundays during football season: 12 Noon, watch pre-game. 1 p.m., watch game one. 4-ish p.m., watch game two. 7:30-ish, watch post-game then Sunday Night Football pre-game. 8:30 p.m., watch Sunday Night Football. 11:30-ish, fall asleep.

I really hate the Sunday in October when the NFL concedes its prime time slot to the World Series. I want a football game but instead my only option is the stupid World Series. Boo! It wasn’t too bad last year when the Red Sox won the World Series on Sunday and I was able to watch not only the game, but the post-game riot. That’s always entertaining.

Yawn, maybe I’ll just go to sleep early or something.

This is about as deep as I will delve into the upcoming Presidential Election on my site.

Sure, the Patriots kicked the Denver Broncos in their shins last night. Sure, the Patriots almost never beat the Denver Broncos. Sure, Matt Cassel put up Brady-esque numbers last night. It all means nothing to me because my favorite player EVER may have played his last down last night.

The last thing I said to my dad last night regarding Rodney Harrison prior to his potentially career-ending injury: “Rodney’s not dirty. He’s just passionate.”

I’m not gonna lie. My eyes teared today as details of Rodney Harrison’s quad injury emerged. I nearly balled when the guys on WEEI discussed Rodney’s shot at the Hall of Fame. When I got home from work, my dad asked me how I was doing as if I had just lost a friend. In other words, today sucked.

And no, I didn’t take Tom Brady’s injury this hard. Why? Well, for starters, it’s almost a given that Brady will be back next season. AND, considering how many playoff games Brady has started (17… no shit, that’s a full season plus one!), maybe he could use a year to heal.

And before you say, well Rodney’s lost a step… Yeah, and that’s why he’s second on the defense in tackles (27) behind only 22-year-old Jerod Mayo. And spare me the HGH argument. He was punished. Unlike other stars, he admitted his mistake.

Rodney’s injury leaves a gaping hole on the defense. Although, unlike last time when Rodney was injured, we have James Sanders to fill in instead of Eugene Wilson. That’s a whopper upgrade.

So, while the team pulled off a great victory last night (which I thoroughly enjoyed, by the way), I can’t truly be happy today because now, I fear, I will never see Rodney Harrison play again.

Get better, Rodney! Come back if you can but if not, I’m going to miss you like crazy.

*runs off crying*

Even though we didn’t achieve the desired result last night in Game 7 of the ALCS, this year’s defeat doesn’t sting like it had in years past *cough*2003*cough*. They fought hard with what they had and for that, I’m grateful. I’m not sure what would have put them over the edge but my dad is convinced. I’m not going to say his thoughts for fear of inciting a riot but all I’ll say is it starts with an “M” and rhymes with “Fanny.”

But now that it’s over, with the sound of cowbells still ringing in my ears, in a small way I am almost happy for the youngins in Tampa.

Why it’s OK to root for the Rays:
* It’s not like it’s been 86 years since we last won a championship.
* They are the anti-Yankees.
* It’s their first time.
* You have to admit, they are pretty talented.

That’s all I can think of. Either way… GO PATS!