"I'M A MAN!!!"

Lately like today, I feel like I'm not existing enough. After sifting through an hour and a half's worth of traffic, I get home and abandon my daily pledge of being more productive and more creative at night. The bed calls to me. The TV seduces me. Eventually, I get bored and go for Jamba.

But when I come back home to the Raiders beating the Chargers with two minutes left on MNF, only to predictably be watching the Raiders blow it a minute later, it's a funny little garnish. But a garnish to what?

Either way, who cares?