Oh blah blah blah. Here comes another national football talk show. Great. Let's hear it boys. Tell us about Mike Vick, and Tom Brady, and the Jets and whatever the hell else is happening with the Cowboys. Just keep talking about all that teenager chat.

And you know what?

In Jacksonville, we'll keep ignoring you. Because, here, football happens on the field. It doesn't happen in your make-up rooms. In doesn't happen in your producer's office. It doesn't happen on your tour bus.

This is a field game. Down where the nostrils and armpits roam. And tonight, the Jaguars had the nastiest. Try and work that through your ESPN computer. Or squeeze that through your weird Merril Hodge neck collar. Anyone? Hey, Chris Berman, catch a hypertensive breath and name one Jaguar defender for us. Would ya?

Or don't. It doesn't really matter what you do. Real football fans just love their team, and the game. Not the hype. And for a hype-less team, tonight was all game. And it was a game that belonged to the Jaguars.

Go Jags! Onward. The Teal and Black ARE Coming Back!