Bill Parcells looks so sad tonight. He attended his brother's funeral hours before the game. I really think the cameras should steer clear of his face out of respect for the guy; emotion is written all over it. Makes me sad every time they show him, and it takes a lot to make me feel sad for Parcells. =(
On a happier note, I've caught up with several girlfriends the past couple of nights. I've had great talks with Katie, Eve, and Kellie tonight, and Sharleene last night. Life is good. I need to give Suzanne a call and catch up on Mathew's college choices (and put in a renewed effort to steer him back to Dartmouth).