One More Month of the Decade from Hell...and change is already in the air...

Last night was so good that it almost made me forget the Browns, the Irish, the Blonde Devils (lost by one point to Jailbait) and my Pick 'Em team at ESPN (bragging rights took a huge hit this weekend). And watching the Saints absolutely abuse the Patriots on Monday Night Football was perhaps a signal that change is coming. It couldn't have come sooner. This decade, this terrible decade, has seemingly belonged to Boston and I'm just happy it's over for more than one reason. Boston is the least of my problems.

And then there's what happened after the game. In my bed innocently watching the post-game press conference and all of the sudden I'm struck by a startling and horrific image on my pink television. Tom Brady looks bad. Awful. This opinion is confirmed moments later when I received a text message from Jailbait (who watched the game no doubt to ensure that Marques Colston scored enough points for her to beat me by the aforementioned one point): "Totally bewildered by Tom Brady's hair." While we women do not discuss uniforms as we're often accused of, we will absolutely discuss hotness. And hair, as I learned last night, can play a big part in that measurement. What happened to him? Jailbait's theories included: 1) a retro-70's look, 2) covering up a receding hairline and 3) going granola. I believe, however, that this has everything to do with marrying Giselle. She clearly is taking her work home with her. That is, she's spent too many hours in the fashion world surrounded by gay men and now is confused as to what straight men should look like. This hairstyle must have come directly from a runway somewhere. And as a responsible football writer, I'm going to spend the remainder of the afternoon researching Prada, Gucci, Armani, etc. to determine WHERE exactly this hairstyle came from!