Back again after a couple of days of eating, drinking, being merry and battling with the dreaded Some Assembly Required -- also known as, "Figure 12, My (Bleep)" -- and so here, in the way of housecleaning, are a few take-ettes:
* In the featured Christmas NBA game, LeBron and the Cavaliers dismantled Kobe and the Lakers in L.A. by 15 points. This was a hugely significant result, seeing as how the NBA playoffs begin in only five months or so.
All sarcasm aside, the Cavs' win, of course, means absolutely nothing. It might have meant something if the NBA would do the smart thing and lop about 30 games off its regular season, but since the NBA will never do that, it's doomed to have Christmas Day games that are meaningless.
* Lots of talk this week about Brett Favre getting into it with his coach, Brad Childress, over whether Childress should be able to yank him from the game because Brett is either getting tenderized like Salisbury steak or changing the plays at the line of scrimmage.
Here's what I think: I think if Brett Favre is your quarterback, you let him audible to his heart's content, because frankly he's seeing things out there Brad Childress simply can't as a sideline-bound head coach. Especially if the head coach is as conservative a play-caller as Childress is.
However ... if Childress insists on being a chowderhead and forcing the issue, Favre has to acquiesce to the chain of command and either come out of the game or call the play that's sent in. But he does it with the understanding that if Childress does force the issue and the plays he sends in don't work, he shouldn't expect Favre to fall on his sword for him. In fact, it's incumbent upon Favre, for his own self-preservation, to point out to the media in detail that Childress' scheme didn't work, and why.
In short, I have no problem with Childress wanting things his way. But if you're going to do that with a Hall of Fame quarterback, you should do it with the expectation that you will be publicly called to account for it.
* Last but not least, today's Tiger Woods Moment.
Lots of folks out there are declaring Woods' serial horndogging to be the story of the year for 2009. They couldn't be more wrong.
What it is, or could be, is the story of the year for 2010. That's because the story isn't finished yet. It is, in fact, barely begun. Let's wait and see how it all shakes out next year.
If Tiger sits out the entire year and the PGA Tour tanks again without him, then it's a story. But if all we've got to go on is what we've got now -- a mega-star athlete cheating on his wife and getting dropped by a couple of sponsors -- then it's not a story at all.