Wish Me Luck

Later this evening, I will be watching the movie The Lakehouse, which, I hear, is a charming little picture, starring the still-attractive Sandra Bullock and the ever-vapid Keanu Reeves. The movie centers around a magical mailbox. I'm in for high entertainment. I'll be "enjoying" this film because my fiancee has asked that I watch it with her. My sacrifice means I will be missing Monday Night Football, or perhaps more apropos, T.O. Bowl -- Week Seven. To be honest, I had no intention of watching this football game. Avoiding the Monday Night circus is my mini-protest. I decry and abhor all things Terrell Owens, so I will not join the huddled masses for this evening's telecast. Yes, instead, I'll watch The Lakehouse, which should test the very limits of my existence. I sit here now, wondering what's worse: watching T.O. flaunt obnoxiously for the hated Cowgirls, or trying to stomach Keanu Reeves is a non-Matrix role. I guess I'll stick with Neo and the magic mailbox, and I'll bet it's a better time.