I spent the better part of last week coaching Lucy on the Eagles cheer, in preparation for our Superbowl party. "E-A-G-L-E-S," I'd spell, and she'd chime in with "Eagles!" (Although she actually pronounces it, in proper Philly fashion, "Iggles!")

It was adorable Saturday. Super-cute on Superbowl Sunday. But then the Eagles lost, and Lucy keeps forlornly chanting "E-A-G-L-E-S! Iggles!" I think every time she does it, it's like a knife in her poor father's heart.

And Freddy and Kendra won The Amazing Race, and you know what that means -- now they'll just start breeding and breeding. Worst season ever, between the cringe-making Jonathan and Victoria and the half-dozen interchangeable model-slash-actors. Oh, well. Maybe next season will be better. And meanwhile, I've still got Project Runway.