My heart bleeded, girl

I just turned on the furnaces. It's only in the 50s, but it's raining and it's supposed to get down in the 30s tonight. I was trying to hold out, but Lois filled a sock full of rice and beans for me to put in the microwave for Horace's sore back, and when I found myself holding it to my chest while sitting here reading, (Right on the Limits by thehoyden - OMG it's a hockey RPF Sentinel AU! Sentinel!Sid! Guide!Geno! Utterly fabulous!), I finally gave in and turned them on.

So, football today. The Battle of Pennsylvania. In which most members of each team are playing as if this is their first game ever. It's hard to keep track of how many times Michael Vick has fumbled the ball. Two quarterbacks, both alike in dignity wearing #7. The redeemed dog killer vs the reformed sex offender. Gotta love professional sports.

But, man, I would so love to see what Ben could do if he actually had some protection, from either his offensive line or the officials.

And while I'm not a big fan of the Pinkification of breast cancer, I do love the hot pink shoes and gloves they all wear in October.

However, things you don't want to see as a Steeler fan: Troy Polamalu hopping off the field on one foot.

Here, have some hockey: