It's Sunday night and I'm sitting at the In-n-Out in Carlsbad (taking my kids to Legoland to celebrate my favorite baseball team, the Los Angeles Dodgers, losing in back-to-back World Series). There is a woman in a David Ortiz jersey that keeps looking my way with a grin on her face and pointing to her Boston Red Sox hat. Can you at least give me a night here while I drown my sorrows in a double-double (animal style with chopped chiles) and a Dr. Pepper?
More importantly, I'm trying to figure out if anything of significance even happened today in the NFL.