It was one of the best sports days ever.  NFL action and all its fantasy implications, MLB playoffs races coming down to the wire and the Mets on the verge of finally ending the Omar Minaya era and its four years of disappointing  mercenary baseball.

Ultimately, it will be that last event that will be the most important event in my life.  But in the short run, for sheer excitement and that feeling of true participation in the day’s events, you just can’t beat Sunday NFL action, especially if you have the resources to buy the NFL Redzone package, or watch streaming videos of games on the Internet. 

After watching the G-Men (yes, they finally deserve that name) vanquish da Bears last night on mainstream TV, I can’t imagine going back to that totally unwatchable platform for commercials, even if it did afford me the opportunity to get along further in my reading .  I also became quite accomplished in manipulating the remote control, especially the “mute” and “last” buttons.

The G-Men weren’t expected by many to beat da Bears last night.  That was before the nation witnessed the total humiliation of the Bears offensive line.  It reminded me of a similar game against McNabb’s Philadelphia Eagles a year or two ago when Osi Umenyiora just ate up the guy in front of him.  (Come to think of it, it looked a lot like the Colts decimation of the Giants offensive line just last week).

Things change so quickly in the NFL.  Those same Giants who looked like gangbusters in that first game of the season returned last night.  After that pitiful effort against the Colts, they turned their season around with a resounding victory against a Chicago team that had been undefeated at 3 and 0.  And that result wasn’t even as surprising as the action in a few other games on the slate.

The lowly Lions from Detroit gave Green Bay fits before losing.  The Jaguars, a team I had thought incapable of ever winning a game this season, beat those same Colts who ate up that Giants offensive line just last week.  And they did it by outcoaching the brash Indi team, who called timeouts for their offense while the Jags still had the ball!

Ahmad Bradshaw broke my heart by fumbling once again down by the goal line, even if he did have a really marvelous day.  I could watch those nifty changes in direction forever, that and his ability to run over people.  Tom Coughlin broke it again when he inserted old sourpuss Brandon Jacobs into the game, in effect rewarding the Twink for his surliness by giving him the touchdown, not Bradshaw.

That last decision crippled my chances of winning my fantasy contest this week.  Coughlin also limited the participation of Mario Manningham, a player who could have played after his concussion fears were laid to rest.  And a player I had foolishly decided to pick up to replace Miles Austin and/or Percy Harvin in my fantasy lineup.  Manningham gave me the big zero.

I still have a fantasy of a chance, but even the most optimistic outlook would snigger at the prospects of my opponent’s Ronnie Brown and Davone Bess (from Miami) failing to achieve 80 yards or a touchdown, even against a New England team that hasn’t really distinguished itself for defense of any kind this year.

And all that NFL action was only a portion of the excitement for the day.  The interminable 162-game baseball season finally actually ended.  And, in the National League, the only league that still plays the actual original game of baseball, the playoff teams were actually determined on the season’s final day!

It ended much to my satisfaction too.  The San Diego Padres, a team with almost no hitting, a team that had relied almost entirely on pitching all year long, finally succumbed to the Giants from San Francisco, a result that cemented the Giants as NFC West Champions while, at the same time, anointing the Braves as the wildcard, thus assuring that the venerable Bobby Cox, long-time manager of that forever Mets rival Braves team, would get a chance to win a World Series.

The San Francisco Giants had been a favorite of mine all year, what with their great pitching and exciting (if nothing else) brand of baseball.  I had relied upon some of their players for my fantasy baseball team, the Panda Pablo Sandoval and the 4-tool Andres Torres giving opponents fits when super-sub Juan Uribe did not, or when big Jersey guy Matt Cain couldn’t otherwise pitch himself into another win.

So it’ll be the Phils and Reds, the Giants and Braves, and that’s okay with me.  The Phillies are the real class of this bunch but I’ll be pulling for the Giants, the only other team that rates a chance of unseating the American League World Series representative, whether that winds up being the Twins or Rangers, Rays or Yankees (God forbid).

I’ll be pulling for the Rangers in the American League.  Even including the baseball Giants, they were my favorite team, with the likes of Ian Kinsler and Michael Young, Josh Hamilton and Pedro Guerrero all capable of bashing the ball and the opposing team out of the ballpark, especially at home in the friendly confines of that Rangers Ballpark in Arlington, Texas.

In Josh Hamilton, the Rangers own the most exciting and revered baseball player since Mickey Mantle.  That’s a huge statement, sure, but Hamilton is that kind of player.   It’s Hamilton who’ll be the MVP and it’s the Rangers who’ll win the World Series. 

They open against Tampa Bay, who couldn’t duck as fast as the Yankees in their efforts to avoid the prospect of playing them.  The Yanks will beat the Twins.  The Rangers will beat the Rays, Yanks and then the Giants in a dream of a Series.

The Yanks  have Sabathia and Arod.  You can have the rest.  And that’s what the Rangers will do.