I was delighted last night, after cringing my way through this little tramp's moaning and pitching version of the national anthem in the moments preceding kickoff of the Philadephia/Dallas game, to hear the entire stadium erupt in a "BOOOOOOOO!" that was loudly and undeniably just for her.

I dislike Dallas....their owner is a rich, slick pervert whose slime can't be covered by an expensive suit, and because half their team are thuggish boors who are constantly running their mouths, running illegal guns, or running off in a car after shooting at someone out the window. But the Dallas fans, last night at least, warmed my heart by booing the hell out of this probably-pretty-without-so-much makeup little waste of the music industry's time. I am still smiling.

Another highlight of the game, as was displayed (to the tune of my chuckles) on the yahoo front page this morning, is the almost-touchdown where rookie Deshaun Jackson - my friend C's fantasy pick - slung the football arrogantly to the ground BEFORE crossing the scoring line. No points. Much humiliation. He's a talented young player whom I hope learned a valuable mistake last night about the foolishness of allowing adrenaline and joy to cloud your better judgment.