Monday Night Football, Dallas Cowboys at Buffalo Bills-a night to cry about.

The time: Monday Night, The place: Ralph Wilson Stadium in Buffalo (if you are a local, Orchard Park), the place of prosperity all around. An event that brought as much hysteria and hype as the Shanghai Olympics did to China, a Monday Night Football game. It may no longer be on ABC, but that didn’t matter, dammit it’s been 13 years since Buffalo was in one! So around halftime I was smiling like a jester seeing Tony Romo and the Cowgirls being raped for an obscene amount of turnovers, in the end there was 6 turnovers (5 interception, 1 fumble). Fast forward to the end, after failing to “seal the deal”, Cowgirls win an onside kick with 20 seconds left, move the ball up enough to get a 53 yard field goal, get iced as the first kick goes through, on attempt #2 the rookie drills it again, no problem. All I can say is it left me feeling pretty bad for Bills fans (and the fact f’n cowboys won a game they had no business being even close in), seeing grown man cry does something to you, don’t hide your beautiful tears union workers. In the end I recommend that the game giveaways at the stadium for the rest of the season (decade?) are anti-depressants (even my gf, an admitted groupie of the bills punter, can use one), it will be a lot more useful than a noisemaker or the 354th beer cooler for a bills fans collection.

Look on the bright side Cowboys haters & Bills fans, you got to see Michael Irvin jump around like a mad man (with a hint of little girl tendencies), while holding a lollipop in hand, I have an inkling that leads me to believe it was one of these.

I’m going to go watch grown men cry in zubaz, good night.