For someone who really, really, really, really doesn't care about professional football, I sure cheered myself hoarse for the Giants yesterday. Who knew I liked them so much?

But really. You don't have to be a big time fan to get caught up in that kind of storybook victory. It kind of reminds me ... oh, that's right ... of the hour or so in which I was actually a fan of the Patriots. That was during the second half of Super Bowl XXXVI. (I started that game leaning toward the Rams, but that got kind of boring after a while.) Let's pretend that never happened and that my rooting loyalties have nothing to do with obscure associations with ex-boyfriends.