Sunday Bloody Sunday

Too much fun in the NFL yesterday. Not sure which is more hilarious:

1. the win-and-you're-in Cowboys barely showing up to an ass-beating from a Philly team that probably won't make it past the divisional round;


2. Jets castoff Chad Pennington returning to his former home with his new team and beating King Favre for the division title;


3. the 13-point underdog Raiders coming into Tampa to play spoiler, keeping their former coach out of the playoffs, and sending Monte Kiffin off to his new job with his son -- the most recent former Raiders coach -- with an epic four-game choke;


4. or the 11-5 Massholes (not to mention the overachieving Donkeys) getting shoved out of the playoffs by an overrated 8-8 Charger team.

I have a special fondness for that last one, simply because it hits Randy Moss. Three weeks ago, the Massholes came to Oakland to smack down the Raiders. Fair enough; that's what good teams are supposed to do to bad teams.

But when Moss caught a touchdown pass late in the first quarter to put the score at 21-0, knowing the rout was already on, he strutted through the end zone, back turned to the fans in the Black Hole, thumbs cocked at his name on the back of the jersey. Rubbing it in at his former team, as if he'd been treated unfairly by taking $15 million of Al Davis' -- and the fans' -- money to perform like a practice-squad reject for two years. He'd been a big part of the team having its worst season in 45 years, yet thought he should behave like a preening cock.

So, you know, I couldn't care less if Moss plays for another ten years, makes a lot of money and breaks a stack of records. But I hope he never gets that ring, which is what every player really wants. If he had any sense of honor, he'd send a refund to everyone who schlepped to the Coliseum to watch his tired ass alligator-arm his catches, dog his routes, and block like a girl scout.

Although the Dallas collapse was pretty damned funny too. We'll kinda miss the usual one-and-done soap opera we've become accustomed to in the Romo Era, but this season's epic fail prompts speculation as to which sorry-ass team will be desperate enough to pony up the money for the privilege of taking on Terrell Owens' bullshit. Our money's on the 0-16 Lions; they got nothin', they got nothin' to lose.