I saw a sneak preview of Leatherheads tonight.
You know what? It wasn't good. There were almost no jokes in it, there was practically not even football in it, either. There was this romantic triangle and there was this subplot (or should I say total plot) about how, sigh, this is so tedious to even write about, about if Jim from the Office was a real war hero or not.
If you see this movie, you will not laugh, you will not have fun, and you might stop liking movies and football. I would have, but I had a good hamburger* afterwards and it fixed everything.
*What hamburger? The hamburger at La Esquina, that fake Taqueria** that I'm enemies with in SoHo, oddly.
**No, I'm not cool like you and I haven't been downstairs to the secret restaurant part. I've only had their tacos and I'm totally against those stewy messes. The hamburger, however, I applaud.
PS Something else I did this week was yesterday I went to Letterman and saw Snoop Dogg and Martha Stewart. That's what happens when you walk through Times Square open to whatever possibilities might come your way. Something that you don't know from watching his show is that Dave runs around like Iggy Pop before his show starts. Maybe I should explain that better sometime.