"I didn't throw a touchdown pass. At least to us."

Moments after His Holiness threw his 300th career interception, which was returned for a TD to make it 23-17, I changed my Facebook status to read: Jersey Girl knows she should just turn the Jets game off now, to save herself the torture. I had visions of a 24-23 heartbreaking loss, my blood pressure and heart rate spiking and something getting thrown at Casa Magnolia.

But no! A nice drive and field goal later and the Jets had their fifth win, already surpassing last year's total.

Of course, there's no better example of how frustrating it is to be a Jets fan than to watch Gang Green lose to the woeful Raiders, then two weeks later go to Buffalo, where they never play well, and earn a win over a solid Bills team. And then the Colts held on to beat the Patriots and the next thing you know the Jets are tied for first in the division. Will wonders never cease.

After the game I met the Joker, Sandman and the Sandman's sister for dinner at the Union Plaza Diner, a fine Jersey establishment with a menu that features almost as many pages for cocktails (5) as it does food (6).

That was a fine warm-up for an evening at the cinema, when our quartet took in "Zack and Miri Make a Porno." You've no doubt seen a trailer or read a little something about Kevin Smith's latest. But most have not seen the real trailer...

(Now, if you are averse to foul language, porn, toilet humor or about 25 other things, I would steer clear of this. I'm obviously addressing my mother here but I know curiosity will get the better of her, so don't say you weren't warned. And trust me, I'm not joking)...



I scanned the reviews on Rotten Tomatoes and this sums it up nicely: "A romantic comedy that's both as sweet and as obscene as anything you'll see this year."

This movie isn't for everyone. In fact, it's probably not for a lot of people. But if you like romantic comedies about porn, I would highly recommend this flick.