2008, a/k/a The Worst Year EVAH, can’t end soon enough and just like much of the year, its last day is also a disappointment. Heavy snow is forcing almost everyone to stay home tonight except for the most ardent drunks. Luckily, Boyfriend won a bottle of champagne at his family’s Christmas Yankee Swap and we’re getting Chinese food (which we had to order at like 2 p.m.) and if I try really hard, I might be able to stay awake long enough to make it to midnight.

Reason #1 on why I’m not super disappointed that the Patriots won’t make the playoffs this year: Because I remembered that Brett Favre is quarterback of the New Jersey Jets and I remembered that he sucks and when something big is on the line, the absolute last person in the world you want to hold your football fate is Brett Favre. Ask my dad, I called this last week.

I’m curious to know why the media fawns over him so much. Even as much as it pains me to say it, the Jets didn’t play terribly yesterday, Favre did. And some of those interceptions he threw didn’t seem like they were due to any physical duress, they were just bad decisions that a quarterback with as much experience as Favre should have never made. And once again, Mr. Self Important costs his team big time when it counts.

It’s karma because when the Jets made this trade back in August I KNEW something like this would happen and I laughed, but now my team got a raw deal due to it. Serves me right.

But I am so proud of the Patriots and I’m sad to see the season end. Everyone left them for dead when Tom Brady got injured and once Matt Cassel shook off the rust, they were anything but. Sure, finishing with an 11-5 record and missing the playoffs is unfair, but that’s life and life is definitely not fair. And I’m happy the season ended with a fun victory in Buffalo and not a crushing loss in the playoffs. Hell, last year’s Super Bowl loss was so brutally painful, I still don’t think I’m over it.

Today, things could be much worse. We could be Dallas Cowboys fans. Man, what a meltdown. Or Broncos fans. Man, what a meltdown. Or Buccaneers fans. Man, what a meltdown. And I’m happy for Chad Pennington. BURN! If I was him, at the conclusion of the game I would’ve been running around the field with middle fingers blazing.

…your boss gives EVERYONE, and I mean everyone from the mailman to city employees to delivery folks, a Christmas bonus/check EXCEPT you.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go email my resume to four or five companies in search of a damn fine employee who just wants to be appreciated… if only just a little bit.

All I want for Christmas is a New York Jets victory! Wait… WHAT?!?!

Yesterday, the Patriots’ playoff hopes were kept alive, no thanks to the Dallas Suckboys and the Kansas City Queefs, when the Seattle Seahawks knocked off the New Jersey Jets. I especially enjoyed the almost eulogy-like discussion the analytical panel on NBC’s “Football Night in America” had about the Jets and Brett Favre’s career.

Either scenario next weekend isn’t so bad. Either the Jets beat Miami and the Patriots take the division (after a Patriots victory in Buffalo, of course), or Miami wins and the Patriots sit home, but so do the Jets and stupid Brett Favre and Fat Ass Mangini. What a burn that would be… Chad Pennington can laugh all the way home to Miami.

My expectations of this Patriots season were lowered dramatically after Tom Brady got hurt. And after the Patriots’ X-Ray machine had one of its busiest seasons I can remember, I didn’t hold out too much hope that the Patriots would run away with the division. But if the Jets can win next Sunday, and the Patriots take the Golden AFC East championship, I will fall over. Considering that the team is running with 40-year-old linebackers, 20-year-old rookie corners, and a backup quarterback, an 11-5 season even with NO playoffs is a true success.

Who would have thought that an 11-5 season that might end in Week 17 would be one of Bill Belichick’s best coached ever? Just like Bill Cowher in Pittsburgh, I think the Patriots will always be competitive as long as Belichick is coaching this team and thanks to Spygate, I don’t think he’ll ever leave. You could tell after his standing ovation at the Celtics’ game last May. You could tell when he decided to sign autographs during Training Camp.

Well, I’ve got my fingers crossed. If only the Jets can stop sucking for five minutes and the Patriots can take care of business in Buffalo. Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please, oh….

I say it every time, and I mean it, and this weekend is no different. When it’s cold and raining and someone says, “At least it’s not snow,” I say, “No way, I would much prefer snow.” And you can be sure that I enjoyed this weekend of non-stop snow despite having to trudge through it yesterday to go to work (Hell Weekend #2). Rain is miserable. It’s cold and wet and its clouds are murky and dreary. Snow, on the other hand, is beautiful, peaceful, and doesn’t drench you – not immediately anyway.

After constant snow, this is what my backyard looks like. And yes, I shot that through the door, with the door closed because there’s no way in hell I’m going out there. This is as close as I’ll get.