Eagles @ Jets (preseason)

Yet, again I slept on the way to game.

I sold hot dogs and cracker jacks all night. both all the time and only.
about $500 in gross and $15 in tips.

Some dudes (other vendors) get territorial and be like, "what are you doing to me?!" calling from behind.

"I got this my man", but I just stare at the replay board for a minute and go down a couple of rows. Its all good he can have it tonight. I will leave at halftime.

Not bad since it felt like an early November rainstorm as the beginnings of Ernesto (why he's gotta be Hispanic, its so bad i mean "panic" is in the name); thusly, the stadium was roughly 30% full and sales were not shabby given that all combined with a second straight night of visiting marquee QB not in the lineup.

(Yet no-one says McNabb-less Eagles...?)

The Eagles, advanced primarily under the .25-backing of Jay Feeley, led 17-0 at halftime. But, Brad Smith (remember the athletic quarterback from Missouri that was so good the last few years) led some 4th quarter comeback I missed completely and learned about only when sitting down to do this blog you have read.

The bus ride home was revealing only in the level of hopelessness. Giants fans don't feel the need to talk about a meaningless preseason game 'cus they are riding so high, the Jets fans talk of superfluous things on account of a strong desire to avoid talking. Upon, further reflection, much of the bus that was real J!E!T!S!-fandom was simply quiet and trying to focus on their busy life in New York City.

Yeah man I will leave at halftime be outta the monsoon, miss catching cold or flu or whatever your feeble immune system will leave plaguing you as you nurse that ankle/wrist/tailbone you slip on the skinny wet cement on and be fine for a soccer game on Wednesday.

CBS' sportsline wire account