Oh, sad weekend in New York. There's a vague, uncomfortable depression in the air. First there was the snow. I had hoped it would amount to something. But as usual, all we were left with was a little dusting in the park, and treacherous crunchy obstacle courses at all the crosswalks.
And then there was football Sunday. The Giants just couldn't pull it off. Poor Eli, and what a crappy, lacklustre, cold windy day. And shame on Plaxico (who names their kid Plaxico anyway?) for throwing away an amazing career and leaving his teammates in the lurch.
Well, it's cold but the sun's doing its best, and Mondays always bring hope. So here's to hopeful Monday. And go Steelers, I guess.