If you decide to take a little lunchtime stroll down 42nd Street today, don't forget to wear your football helmet, so that you don't get concussed by Chad Pennington and Kellen Clemens, who might decide to form a little suicide pact and do a swan dive out the window of the ESPN Sports Bar.
Did you ever have a job that you were really good at and loved to do, until the boss came up and said, "From now on you'll be working with this guy," and introduces you Osama Bin Ladin? That's what Eli Manning must feel like today. He thought he owned New York, and now he's got the proverbial 500-lb. gorilla living in his cage with him.
All of a sudden, those $1,000 membership fees to buy Giants ticket don't seem like so much money anymore.
Brett Favre on the Jets: there's a wake-up call for you! This morning I was shaving and listening to the radio news. Blah blah blah anthrax, Pakistan, Dow Jones, the Olympics. Then, the guy announces, "and oh yeah, Brett Favre got traded to the Jets."
Step on my d!€k!!! I would have cut my ear off, except I was shaving with a cheap plastic razor.
As this guy told me, "Baseball is just a game, but football is life itself." I feel sorry for the rest of the world, with its stooped soccer. People who don't know football don't know spit.
All of a sudden, who cares about A-Rod and Jerry Manuel? Break out the pigskin.