Clinched: Doesn't it figure. This year I decided that I would waste no time with the NFL since a) it has become a league of prancing egotists (and, to be redundant, Deion Sanders once again), hip-hop wannabes, and overpaid wideouts who run three steps and then pull up on a draw play, usually to look for the nearest camera; and b) the Steelers had lost all of their clutch games in the last few years, and the deja vu was getting to me.

Naturally, this year they have locked up their division title and are a hot pick for the Bowl, green QB and all.

If I start watching, they'll lose, of course.