Melissa and I are doing something we've never done before - hosting friends to watch an NFL game.

I couldn't care less about the NFL. I couldn't care less about the Super Bowl. The list of items I couldn't care less about is almost infinitesimal.

When we got the new tv, our friend didn't bother and wait for an invitation. He said he was coming over whenever the Cowboys play the Eagles. His wife said, Well, maybe Neil and Melissa don't want you over to watch the game. To which he sincerely replied, I really don't care if Neil and Melissa are there are not. All I want to see is the tv.

Those are the friends I like.

So, they're coming over this afternoon.

Which, to me, meant yardwork, and cleaning, and shopping, and grilling.

And in true suburban fashion, I made their visit conditional - they could come over only if they brought some lawn tools for me to borrow. They'll get them back in a year or so.

But here's my point - why I'm indifferent toward the NFL. After watching certain players, I've grown accustomed to either liking them or hating them based on their collegiate affiliation.

For instance, Bobby Carpenter and Roy Williams play for the Cowboys. They make me sick every time I see their name in print. Maybe not so much Carpenter since he's a scrub, but don't think I don't vision Williams flying horizontal and knocking Simms off balance every time I see his picture.

Ain't no way I'm gonna cheer him on to do anything except play in traffic.

Last week, they played the Titans. Does anybody really expect me to wish Vince ill simply because he plays for a team that's not the Silver and Blue?

On that note - let me leave you with this.

When did Stoops and Venables become Doug and Wendy Whiner?

And how can I have such contempt and animosity for an organization that has no daily impact on my life? Still, nothing makes me happier than watching their idiotic fans drop millions into the local economy every October.