nine days without ff. playoffs without ww.

recent realization: you know what helps make it easy to not eat french fries? don't go out to eat somewhere that you usually order ff. on New Year's Eve I ate a cheeseburger and fries at Deep Ellum. and then it was farewell. sayonara. ttyl. miss you. peace. see you soon....I mean it's the NFL playoffs so fried food is in my future.



those look good. you know what doesn't look good? our chances of beating Baltimore without our Special Little Guy.

when he crumbled to the ground with his torn ACL and MCL, I crumbled to the ground with denial. I'm sure many of you did, too.


Belichick blames Houston's Reliant Stadium's field conditions for the injury. uhhhh why was he playing anyways? the Pats had nothing to gain with a win in Week 17. stupid. that's beating a dead horse though.

I've even read some people think this injury of WW could be career-ending. poor WW. I'll be thinking of you tomorrow.

and I'll still be rooting for the Pats. probably while eating french fries.