I just put the boys to bed, reading to them a series of Shel Silverstein poems. I probably won't watch much more of the game -- sat through the first half and saw ref calls on two pivotal plays that this layman just didn't understand. Screw it... I don't watch enough football to care very much. Just a few weeks until spring training. I'll get to watch Mets games on cable when they're playing Atlanta (pretty much all the time) or Chicago (different division, so not as much).

And of course, there's always the Indians to cheer for.

I'm sleepy. Didn't get good rest last night. Stayed up to watch Life Aquatic, another in a series of Bill Murray head-scratchers. It was mildly amusing. Very mildly amusing. It's very rare that I take the time to sit through a feature length film. Now I remember why.