I'll put $40 on the Jets. That's right, i said the Jets.

I just got back from Las Vegas. Normally that one sentence would be enough to not conjure up a few ideas in your head or make up my entire post and you'd all be perfectly happy. But I'm not going to write about any debauchery (though I did win the majority of my money on a Playboy penny slot machine at the Excalibur). Why? I was sick for the first 72 hours of it with a cold that had knocked me flat on my feet for 5 straight days, long before I had even set foot in Vegas.

Plus, the New York Jets were playing. That's right, the New York Jets were in the playoffs. The only thing I talked about for six straight days was how I was determined to watch this game while in Las Vegas. I don't care if all a long the strip there were women dressed in flamingo costumes, little foreign men snapping cards of naked women at us, $1 margarita stands as far as the eye could see. No, no - the Jets who started off 3-0 before they decided to break our hearts and make us wonder why the hell a rookie named Mark Sanchez felt the need to eat a hot dog on the sideline and constantly overturn the ball.

This was a team that beat the previously undefeated Indianapolis Colts and then convinced themselves that they had no hope after they lost to the Atlanta Falcons, a pathetic game they should have won but, being the good ol' Jets, did not. "We're obviously out of the playoffs, and that's unfortunate," head coach Rex Ryan said. But statistically, they were in -- and went on to beat Cleveland in the regular season, thus letting me sit in a bar drinking $2 Miller Lites, screaming at the TV whenever Sanchez didn't complete a pass.

But I was the only one screaming. I was the only Jets fan in the bar. The only one in the bar! I'm not sure how I got out-numbered by Cleveland fans in Las Vegas, but let me tell you, despite the dirty looks I got for cheering when the Jets took a knee with 1:30 left to go in the game, I was the only one who walked out of that bar with a huge grin on my face because I had put money on my team to win.

Take that, fairweather fans. See ya in San Diego. Well, New Jersey. I mean, hello, I was just in Las Vegas - how much traveling do you think I'm doing?