Yesterday I decided I needed to act like a fat American. Normally I don't watch much football -- don't follow it at all, really. But I had heard that the New Jersey team had made it to the playoffs, so I decided I'd actually follow their progress.

So I get myself set in the stereotypical way: with some frozen taquitos (WTF are those?) in the oven, a bowl of chili, and lots of beer I hoogged the couch for the entire day, lording over the remote to our new TV.

We stopped a few times for Monster Trucks. First, to play a few rounds on the Wii, and later when we discovered a tournament being broadcast on Speed Channel. Maximum Destruction took the prize in that one -- they interviewed the driver and he sounded utterly crazed (also interviewed the driver of Blue Thunder and he had a voice just like H. Ross Perot).

But then back to football. As usual, much of it was beyond me -- the penatly calls, at least. I continue to think the game would be more interesting with more of a "no holds barred" rulebook. Likewise for baseball, which pretends to know the difference between an inside pitch and beeanball. Ruins the game. But maybe not as much as footballs truly insane OT rule.

In any event, the New Jersey team won -- despite their best efforts to throw the game.

This morning is pleasantly slow. Was in the basement a few minutes ago (aaaahhh) and took a look at the Pinewood Derby kits awaiting our attention. The race isn't until March 9, but I think we ought to get started on the cutting and the sanding. Maybe we can come home with more trophies this year!