Playoffs? PLAYOFFS? Ick.

So we're down to the last playoff game of the weekend and, to put it mildly, the results blow to this point. I'll be ok with whoever wins the Steelers-Chargers game, but otherwise, I hate all three of these.

Here's my logic: I hate the Ravens because they have two of the largest punks in the history of the NFL in Ray "Stop calling me O.J.-Lite" Lewis and Willis McGahee. I also hate anything that has to do with Buddy Ryan and, since his kid is their defensive coordinator, double bad on the Ravens.

Three major turnovers by the Titans later, Ravens advance. Puke.

My view of the NFC was much more complex. I despise both the Giants and Eagles, but I think I hate the Eagles more. Here's why: Tom Coughlin may be a Nazi (and, after today, he's a stupid Nazi), but he had the guts to deal with Plaxico Burress. On the other side, is the fat moron Donovan McNabb (who could also be the fat moron who's played really well, except against the Redskins, over the last month), the fat moron Andy Reid and...well, it's Philadelphia.

So I had a plan to see them both eat dirt.

I could tolerate the Giants for another week, as long as they offed the Eagles (whose fans are more annoying than Giants fan) and as long as the Carolina Panthers converted their gimme against the Arizona Cardinals last night. The Panthers had the defense and running game to beat the Giants, so that would off both NFC East scumbags.

Then the Panthers (actually, Jake Delhomme) went out and played like crap and got run off the field by the Cardinals. And, of course, the Philadelphia Fat Morons beat the tar out of the idiot Nazi and his squad.

I dread the concept of the Eagles in the Super Bowl (where they'd lose). But I think it's coming.

Puke.