Sunday Sunday Sunday

It's here. The much anticipated 2008 football season. (Did I really just say that? Let me be clear: the only thing I anticipate is seeing Tom Brady.)

But let's get serious. This year, in an effort to save my marriage become more involved, I've placed a small wager along with the Husband. (Can someone tell me if gambling is a sin? I think it is, but then I think everything is probably a sin.)

I've taken the Patriots to win be sixteen, which means I lost when Tom Brady was escorted off the field due to his knee injury. I've also taken the Bengals to win by two, the Colts to win by nine, and the Cowboys (I just hope Jessica isn't in the stands) to win by six in a four-game parlay. Here's hoping.