It hasn't been a good few months in my sporting world.  My Phillies lost a winnable World Series to "the most evil franchise in the history of sports" (TM Bill Simmons), and then the Eagles went cold at the worst possible moment.  

After the Birds' first-round exit, I was reduced to rooting against for the rest of the playoffs--no teams or players I like even a little are left in this thing.  

 This approach has worked okay so far.  The Patriots were humiliated last week.  This was lovely (my favorite part about the Super Bowl the Pats lost to the Giants was Brady getting sacked five times, and the Ravens made him look like the whiny little girl he is).   

The Saints just keep winning, and this is not so good for me.  The person with whom I never should have been best friends is a fan of both the Yankees and the Saints, and I want her sports teams humiliated publicly.  Like now.  And always.

The always is something else I've realized in these difficult sporting months: your enemy can never stay down long enough to make it okay.  Nine World-Series-less  years for the New York Yankees were not nearly enough for me.  If a decade from now they've somehow gone so low as to have had the type of decade the Baltimore Orioles have been having, my thirst might be about 3-percent slaked.

Same with the Cowboys.  Philadelphia Inquirer sportswriter Phil Sheridan refers to the Cowboys as the team "whose very existence most offends Philadelphia fans' sensibilities."  Damn straight.  During last week's travesty of a game between the Boys and the Birds, the announcers were remarking that the Cowboys hadn't won a playoff game since 1996, and I thought, "You know what?  14 years is not long enough.  I don't want anything to go right for the Cowboys.  Ever.  They can't stay down long enough."

The Saints could still win the whole deal.  A person who I mistakenly allowed into my life could get to celebrate her second major sports championship in less than a year.  I'd have to vomit profusely.  And possibly break things.

But for now, for today, the Dallas Cowboys are headed home, star between legs.  

I'll take it.