Tom Brady for President

Some (what else) random notes:

- Rumors are starting to swirl about new presidential candidates for the 2008 election. I started wondering, how much effort should I put into this, this time around? I've never pretended that politics even remotely interests me, because they're mostly just a bunch of lying, self-interested jerks who pose with babies when the time is right. On the other hand, I don't wish to be one of those completely uninformed, doesn't vote kind of people either. I didn't vote in 2000, and 2004 I took more interest, but it was a piece of cake because it was going to be the name on the ballot that didn't look like "George W. Bush" Oddly enough, I thoroughly enjoy watching the votes roll in on election day and see all the states turn blue and red. It's the competitive nature in me, I just like the competition. And it drove me nuts when you stay up until 1 or 2am and the entire election hangs in the balance of two random states like Ohio and Montana, and then they say it's too close, there has to be a recount, and we'll know within a week. Anyways, it will probably end up like last time, I'll start reading a few articles by September 2008, watch a few debates, and just vote against the god-loving republican who is against gay marriage, abortion, stem-cell research, and basically any other thing that will help advance our society in a social or scientific manner.

- I went running tonight for the first time in at least six months. Little did I know, but it turned out to probably be the coldest night of the year so far. The frigidity was alternately excruciating, and helpful, since it distracted from the fact that I was completely out of shape.

- I don't want to toot my own horn, but through two rounds and eight games of the NFL playoffs, I have picked every winner correctly, except for the Dallas-Tony Romo fiasco that I am just going to take a mulligan on. Don't want to spoil it for you, but it's going to be a New England/New Orleans Super Bowl!

- Fair warning, the rest of this post is about the NFL, so Alex, you can pretty much just check out now if you feel like it.

- Regarding the Pats/Chargers game this past Sunday: WOW. Great game. I'm not going to lie, the Chargers are a far better team than the Pats, but they made just enough mistakes to let the Patriots win the game. Note, I did not say just enough to lose the game, just enough for the Pats to win it. I love Tom Brady. I also love exciting playoff games; I've said this before, but by the time the Pats won their third super bowl in four years, over the Eagles in Feb '05, they had reached the point that they were so dominant that it had become boring. Really. It's an awful thing to say, I know, but it's true. The Rams upset super bowl was perfect. Sunday's game against the Chargers was perfect. I might lose two years off my life if the Colts game is anything like those two, but that's the way I like it.

- Speaking of NFL playoffs, concerning betting, what's the deal with just automatically making the home team the favorite? To be fair, only two of eight road teams have won outright so far (New England and Indy last week), but six of eight have covered the spread so far. If you don't think that taking New Orleans over Chicago is the juciest underdog pick all season, you clearly shouldn't be reading this section of my post. Chicago has a better record and home field advantage, but someone out there must be smart enough to know that they are going to lose.

- I'm really not a superstitious person, but if you think Kristin isn't wearing my Patriots hooded sweatshirt for the third week in a row, I'm not wearing my #80 Troy Brown over my red long sleeved shirt for the third week in a row, or I'm not making jalapeno poppers for the second week in a row to go with, hopefully, pizza for the third week in a row, well, you just don't know me very well. And you certainly don't know anything about tortellini.

- No word yet on if my girlfriend, Carrie Underwood, has broken up with Tony Romo after the Dallas/Seattle debacle. Here's hoping.