• ESPN.com's Fantasy Football Commercials: Ya know the ones featuring Reggie Bush, where he scooped up Larry Johnson with the No. 1 pick? Well, I had the No. 1 pick for the first time ever in a 12-team league that I've been in since the early '90s ... and selected L.J. instead of LaDainian Tomlinson. I subsequently lost in the semifinals to the No. 1 seed, which picked L.T. No. 2 overall. Maybe if that damn commercial didn't run a million times, things would have been different. Selecting Kurt Warner with my third pick (23rd overall) didn't help matters.

• Tony Romo and Michael Vick: Remember when Romo threw for five touchdowns — something he might never do again — on Thanksgiving Day? I was playing against him in both of my fantasy football leagues. That was the worst, until Michael Vick threw for four touchdowns — something he might never do again — to help knock out both of my fantasy football teams in the playoffs.

• The Knicks: I want my basketball team back. It's like the franchise moved away. No one could possibly care about this club right now.

• Syracuse's Football Team: Ditto. I used to watch every down of every game, now I forget till Sunday that they even had a game the day before. Big East record in the last two years combined: 1-13.

• The Whole A-Rod Shit: The "What's Wrong With A-Rod?" thing is absolutely inescapable. I've never seen anything like it. The oddest part is that even the most dedicated fan can't see evidence of why the guy merits 1,000 newspaper columns and blog posts a day. Sure, his track record indicates he should be doing more in that lineup — maybe 10-15% more — but the soap opera bullshit is completely behind the scenes and unapparent to me, at least.

• Nacho Libre: It didn't just blow, it deep-throated a horse.

• That Rocky Balboa Had to Be Made: I'll get into this more when I review the film next week.

• That My Fall Softball Team Got Jobbed out of a $1,000 First Prize: We bested 30 teams, only to hear the commish tell us, at the season-ending trophy ceremony, that "we did away with that this this year."

• The Giants' Defense: I waited the entire Colts game for them to make a momentum-changing stop. I'm still waiting. I'll be at Giants Stadium on Sunday for Tiki Barber's last home game, but I'm not giving this team anything. I'm not gonna try to fire up the kick-coverage unit, which hasn't made a single stick all year. I'm not getting up for the defense on third-and-long, only to see a marginal QB convert under no pressure. I'm not doing anything but sitting back, relaxing and watching some ball.

• Air Travel: Man, I've had some bad luck this year. Not so much with check-in and security, but delays all over the place. And then the captain comes on with this soothing voice and straight up lies about taking off or coming out of the holding pattern in "just a few minutes."

• South Beach: God bless anyone who invested millions into that area, which has gone from Versace to Sean Jean in a blink. Wet Willie's — the Fat Tuesday-like joint — was the most crowded place on Ocean Drive on a Saturday night. I remember a Fat Tuesday on the street always being empty — I think it's gone now — because people chose more more upscale options. But the high-energy, high-fashion uniqueness of the area seemed dead.

• TIME's Person of the Year: The franchise is ruined forever. R.I.P.

• Eli Manning: You have to think his ceiling isn't as high as once believed.

• Game Shows as Prime-Time TV: People risking big money they desperately need on coin-flips = horrific form of entertainment.

• Jim & Pam on The Office: Hate seeing my favorite show chick-ified. Wish I could hit the SAP button to delete the sap.

• Brett Favre and Roger Clemens: One of those dudes has to retire NOW, else have Clemens go under center for the Packers and Favre hurl pitches for whomever the Rocket plans to whore his services in 2007.

• Dane Cook: I'm off the Dane Train until he stops trying to nail catchphrases in every bit.