Other than the Giants' getting killed, little of note happened last Sunday. Oh, except that I had to make restitution for losing a bet on who would win the Presidency. For coming in second in this contest, I had to spend the day as a Red-Stater. The football game helped - not a big DC crowd in the $500 seats (we got them free) - and the access to Fedex Field's exclusive club area, complete with the finest in Red State dining, sealed the deal. What did I learn from my day as a jackass? That Republicans are people, too. People with terrible taste in presidents, shirts, and chicken-like fried strips with some kind of sauce. I did not actually consume any food at Hooters. Not part of the bet.