Yes, it's finally official: the NFL jersey that I wear directly affects EVERYTHING. Yeah, I couldn't believe it either. Here's the scene. This morning. Post shower. Pre shirt. Vague thoughts whoosh through, around and past my brain. What should I wear today? What is today? Do I work today? Hey, the Cowboys play a special, super-duper Thursday night game this week. Is this Thursday? By God, I think it is. I must wear my Emmitt Smith jersey today. But lo! They are playing the Packers. I also have a Brett Favre jersey, because I like Brett Favre, NOT because of any kind of affection for the Packers. The Packers suck, but Favre's cool. Don't ask me why; I don't ask you about your irrationalities. My pro jersey lineup, if anyone's interested (and if you are, I fear your social ineptitude): Emmitt Smith Brett Favre Dirk Nowitzki (this one doesn't seem to work in either a good or evil direction) Roger Staubach (my favorite; if I ever lose this twenty pounds, I