It'll be Romo's little pinky.........                  ........     and Barber's pinky toe Photo by Ronald Martinez - Getty Images                              Photo by Ronald Martinez - Getty

If there’s anything I care less about than Rutgers football, it would have to be a Thursday night NFL matchup between the Oakland Raiders and anyone.  If the powers that be were doing their best to try to turn football fans away, they couldn’t possibly pick worse games to televise.

I mean, gimme a break.  Even before the season, somebody should have figured out that the Raiders couldn’t match up with any NFL team, never mind one that, by rights, should have been contending for the AFC Championship. 

Oh well, at least it wasn’t an all-night discussion about Plaxico.  Or who may have driven him home, or to the hospital, or concealed information from the police.  At least I didn’t have to see any more of the biggest Fascist of them all, the too honorable Mayor Bloomberg, chip in with his two cents. 

What’s scary to me is that incredibly rich and powerful people can say anything they want and get away with it.  That the Mayor of New York can pretty much call the shots, and let any judge within the confines of his city know that the Mayor won’t settle for anything less than a conviction, that he won’t stand for anything less than the maximum sentence.

To me, that’s a much worse offense than shooting yourself in the leg accidentally.  Plax’s offense is something that only happens to stupid people.  It’s pretty much confined to those brazen enough, or insecure enough, to carry loaded guns around.  What the mayor’s doing could be perpetrated on anyone. 

He’s tried the case in his mind and he knows what the outcome had better be.  He dictated the ending.  Hell, not just the ending but pretty much the process too.  I’m sure Plax’s life will be hell for a long, long, time and only the lawyers will be the happier for it.

At this point, I’d rather they throw the Mayor’s butt in jail.  The charge could be obstruction of justice, or bribing an official of the city government.  To me, New York deserves a classier mayor than this small-time Hitler.  This is the same guy who had no problem with the sweet stadium deals both the Mets and Yankees perpetrated on the City. 

Not that I care that much about Plaxico personally.  He could have shot somebody, especially carrying heat in a crowded environment.  But I don’t know the facts, really, nor does anyone, not really.  That’s what trials are for.

Okay, enough about Benito Bloomberg.  I’m glad I don’t live in his city.  We have our own problems here in New Jersey, and not the least is Governor Corzine and his band of crooked legislators, corporate lenders, tax leviers and toll increasers. 

I really did mean to write about sports today….. honest.  I’ll be getting to it soon, I’m sure, but my little diatribe certainly has made me feel a little better, almost as good as that nice warm feeling I got from the news that O.J. Simpson would finally be spending some time in the slammer.

The Giants will be playing the Eagles again.  It seems as if they play them every other week.  With just 16 total games on the regular season schedule, it seems a little ridiculous to me that we have to play division opponents twice each.  This division just isn’t that exciting….  the Redskins, the Eagles and, thank God, the Cowboys.  

Even though it’s totally absurd that a Dallas team could finagle its way into the NFC East, and it’s a tribute to the corruption in the NFL, I thank my lucky stars that they’re a good team, and an interesting one too.  The Eagles and Redskins just aren’t.  Sure…they’ll win their share of games but it will be boring.  Clinton Portis and a cloud of dust for the Skins; for the Eagles, Number 5 and DeSean Jackson and…..well, really nobody else.

At any rate, I expect the Giants will rise above all the stupidity this week and put a beating on the Eagles.  If they’re still able to get their practices in, they should win the game.  These are high-character guys, guys who bring their game each week, or try anyway. 

The same, alas, cannot be said for the Jets.  The Jets hired hands travel to San Francisco to play the suddenly Singletary-enlivened 49ers.  The Jets don’t travel well, at least not to the West Coast.  They managed to lose to the same team, Oakland, that got pummeled by the Chargers last night.

The hired hands have agreed, it seems, to play hard this time out, after their pitiful performance against the Broncos last week.  Kris Jenkins, at least, has acknowledged maybe a lack of intensity in that loss that probably contributed a great deal to their failure to stop the Broncos running game. 

Favre seemed to acknowledge the same thing, albeit in many more words.  Hopefully, he’ll save some of those words for the Jets huddle this week.  The 49ers are certainly beatable.  But the Jets will have to stop the run, something they’re pretty good at doing ordinarily.  They’re not so good against the pass, but the Niners don’t bring that much to that phase of their game.

My attention will be focused on the Cowboys-Steelers game.   That one should be a real struggle, not really a Dallas “must” win, but close enough, given the rest of their schedule.  It’ll be the tough Cowboys offensive line against the relentless Steelers defense, and conversely, a more determined Cowboys defense against a Steelers offense that hasn’t really knocked anyone’s socks off all year, discounting their man-handling of the Pats last week in New England.

The Steelers have lost three times, and once each to the NFC East G-Men and the Eagles.  It’d be nice to make it an NFC East clean sweep.  Whatever happens in this one, it’ll be a war. Demarcus Ware and Marion Barber are hurt, but it’ll be all hands on deck.