Stupid Redskins. I missed points in our office pool this week by one lousy game. Still, I only missed 4 this week.
34-12. Why the hell am I not making money at this? (Heh. I just saw Fate put on her steel-toed boot and warm up her ass-kicking move.)
Meanwhile, the Sox clinched their annual tease-us-into-thinking-this-might-be-the-year playoff spot. And there was much rejoicing.