So the second week of the NFL season has ended and for a reformed fan, I can't help but think how mundane the rest of the week is without games to look forward to. In truth, this is probably more a reflection of the mundane-ness of my day to day life than anything else and even more disturbingly, it reminds me more of my high school experience than anything else... where life passed less drearily when there were Cowboy and 49ers rivalries to keep abreast of. So perhaps this newfound interest in football is nothing short of a regression, to my former self, a past life, full of bitterness and anger. Perhaps its this then, that the NFL - with its larger than life characters, brightly coloured jerseys, and a population of half men-half supermen has become the purest form of escapism, into a world populated by heroes and villains, acting out a game far from real life's cruel hands. If that is the case then, I welcome the game, like an old friend who's been gone too long, back into the neighborhood.

Some thoughts on what I saw around the league this week:
1. Michael Vick - a week after looking marvelous against the Eagles on MNF, looked downright human this week and even strained a hamstring to prove it. What a difference a week

2. Dallas Cowboys collapse on MNF. Yeah, that's what happens when you don't put a team away properly. That's what happens when you don't convert in the red zone. That's what happens when you dominate every aspect of the game for 57 minutes but blow two coverages in the fourth quarter against a speedster. Still, the Cowboys looked good during the game, efficient on offence and hard hitting on defence. They're probably not ready to contend just yet, but things look to be going in the right direction. This, from a reformed Cowboys fan to boot!