Suck, suck, suck
I was surprisingly low-key about the Jets losing the season opener. It was a close game despite the fact the offense could barely move the ball and always seemed to aim exactly two yards short of the first down on every third-down conversion. The defense did pretty well despite getting shredded by Patrick Ramsey early on, but it's not a good thing making Ladell Betts look like a Pro Bowler -- he'll be picked off the waiver wire next week (or now in those Yahoo! leagues). I guess I'm not expecting a lot from the Jets this year. Plus, I was frazzled after a long day at work, so all I wanted to do is watch a game and only think marginally about fantasy football.

I'm not a big fan of the whole Thursday night spectacle, though. For one, us fantasy leaguers get thrown off with just one game when we want to see a ton all at once. Plus, there are enough leagues that still lock rosters at game time of the first game of the week -- in this case, Thursday night. Thus, there are plenty of unanswered questions that have to be resolved earlier than expected. At least there aren't too many iffy injury situations to worry about at that point, but still, it's annoying. Maybe I'm a traditionalist, but what's the point of having this huge party to celebrate a game taking place a half hour away? I guess Britney, Aerosmith, the first lineman of soul, etc. weren't going to be allowed at halftime. Opening Day in baseball (whatever is left of it) and the first day of the NCAA Tournament draw plenty of excitement because of what's happening on the field, not some silly and irrelevant concert. There's no need for manufactured excitement. The NFL can do that on its own.

At least that concert gave me time to get home and watch the very nice Michael Chang tribute at the U.S. Open. I kinda feel bad for Chang, though. While Pete Sampras got his sendoff in front of a packed house in between a couple of cakewalks by top American stars. Thanks to all of the rain, Chang's ceremony was shoehorned between a couple of matches that got shifted around and delayed and in front of only some diehards who could withstand the rain and hang around for some good (but less than marquee) matchups. It almost felt like an afterthought. Still, I applaud the USTA for pulling out the stops for this. You know Agassi will get a similar ceremony when he hangs it up, which means that Jim Courier pretty much got screwed out of that class of American stars when it came time for him to hang it up. But at least he's approaching McEnroe in entertainment value in the booth.