Love hurts.

It’s been a long time since we’ve won a game. The last time we won a game against someone in our division was 2004. We had lost to the Broncos on every one of our last 13 meetings.

It was 17-3 at the half, Broncos. I was watching, but halfheartedly, with one eye to the Cowboys-Dolphins game (which proved worthwhile, as my brother can’t talk shit when the Fins are 0-2)(PS Holla CJO, I saw your boys out there, and hoped you were taunting some Dolfans in the stands). But all of a sudden, we were up: a safety, an interception by LB Thomas Howard for a 44 yd TD return. LaMont Jordan had the best game of his career. Oh my god! It looked like we were actually going to win! I can’t even remember the last time that happened (we’ve lost 11 straight, we only won two games last year)! Oh, what a wonderful feeling!

The game went into overtime. They got the first possession, but we stopped them. Oh my god! They were showing highlights of the Raiders defense between plays! It has been a long time since we necessitated highlights. Most of the time it was just lo-lights, or no lights at all. My head hurt; I was under so much stress. They stopped us close to midfield. Seabass lined up for the kick, and…he hit it! A 52-yarder! Celebration on the sidelines…but wait…what’s that? You’re kidding, right? Shanahan called a time out at the last minute…my man had to hit that kick again…and he hit the post, and the ball bounced off of it with a fury, off of the screen, taking a piece of my heart with it. Broncos kicker Jason Elam put it away. It was all over. Ouch. Ouch. My goodness, it hurts.

But you know what? I’m just happy to have football back. And besides, I’m beginning to think that this is all part of Al Davis’s master plan. By the time he dies (I am watching him the way the exiled Cubans are watching Castro) we will have a team full of number 1 draft picks. We will be unstoppable!

In other football news, the Patriots are cheaters. So there. But I must admit, it kind of breaks my heart a little bit. I don’t like them, but I couldn’t help but respect them. Bill Belichick is kind of like a football deity, all that is good and right and solid and sound in the football world. I feel like I’m being forced to reevaluate my own morality. In the immortal words of Q-Tip: “Why you wanna go and do that love, huh?”

I promise I won’t make a habit of game recaps…I couldn’t help myself this time.

In other regular news, it’s getting cold. Bruster’s was out of Black Raspberry ice cream tonight and I nearly cried (get on top of your game, Bruster’s, this behavior will not be tolerated!), I have joined Derya for an extended incarceration in Art Jail, and everyone here at Hub-Bub can knit but me. But I have started running. And Alice, if you’re listening, we’ve brought back the gold stars, and I am racking them up.