I'm cranky from staying up so late, my house is freezing and I refuse to turn on the heat, and I feel like a dish rag. Brian just told me a friend of his is having a pig roast, and I have no interest whatsoever in doing that today. If Cassel sucks tomorrow, they should pull him at halftime and stick O'Connell in so he can get some time in a real game before San Diego. Right now I'm more psyched about the Sox, which means I'm really in a funk because the Pats are my babies, and I just can't get wound up about them right now. Worried.