I hate this site. I hate the name – which I came up with as a 21-year-old moron. If only I had known back then how lucrative it would have been if I had registered a boatload of domains.

Anyway, I hate this site. I don’t want to write on it anymore. I think it’s lamer than lame.

BUT…

Because I’ve had it for nearly ten years, and that’s almost an eon in internet years, I’ve decided to slightly reformat it.

Gone is anything not sports-related. (It’s not gone, gone. Just moved to somewhere else)

In is anything sports-related.

No more meaningless ramblings. Instead, expect ENDLESS NFL lockout rants. Among other things.

Here’s to new beginnings!

I LOVE nights with Thursday Night Football. And this week, more than usual, it’s important I watch because for the first time in our five+ years of dating, I can actually go to my boyfriend’s annual family Christmas Party (also known as the only event they get together for all year) thanks to the Patriots playing on Monday night. Finally, after all the years of fighting, my boyfriend guilt-tripping me to oblivion, all in the name of my endless devotion to the Patriots, I can go to his family party and I won’t have to worry about the scorn I’ll receive when he gets home.

I’m still slightly bummed that I’ll be missing the rest of the games but I’ll survive. Relationships, after all, are about compromise and making sacrifices. I guess I can sacrifice one Sunday afternoon. I hope the boyfriend appreciates this!

I suck, I know. But I’m trying, at least.

I’m listening to some NFL Films music on Grooveshark as I type this. And this music makes me want to run around my living room screaming (in a good way). Maybe, I should load all this shit onto my MP3 player and maybe I’ll get pumped up enough to exercise or something. Maybe I should channel all this overexcited football-induced energy into something healthy. Did I ever tell you all about the time after the ’04 AFC Championship when I was so pumped up, I went outside without a jacket and shoveled four feet of snow off my car? Yeah… that’s the kind of pump-me-up shit I need. I figure, if the Patriots beat the Jets on December 6th, that should provide enough energy to keep me pumped until the playoffs.

God, I love football so much, it hurts.

Another Sunday, another week the Jets barely squeeze out a victory. Watching my team’s archrival barely eek out a win each week is frustrating. And make no mistake, the NFL and the broadcasting networks might want you to think the Colts are the Patriots’ biggest rival but they are sadly mistaken (as usual).

Now, we’re at the point in the season where I’ve gotten to watch the Patriots get two of the three MUST WINS. #1 the Steelers, and #2 the Colts. And I shouldn’t have to tell you which is #3.

But speaking of the Steelers, I would like to extend my heartfelt thanks to Richard Seymour for doing what I (and I’m sure many other women) wish I could do myself… slapping Steelers QB Ben Roethlisberger :

Thank you, Richard! Now, I think I should start a collection to help Seymour pay his fine. I’d definitely donate.

Although I am so completely sick and tired of people talking about Tom Brady’s hair, this photo is something else.