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First off, Cardinals/Jets . . . Anquan Boldin and Eric Smith collided quite violently with just a few seconds left in the game. Eric Smith of the Jets had his bell rung, and he's apparently ok.

Anquan Boldin is not ok. He's moving his arms and legs, but the overall effects of that hit on him will not be known for a day or two.

I'm not going to get into any of the media's "why that play down 21 points with 36 seconds left in the game" kind of thing.

I just hope Anquan Boldin is ok and will be back in the league this year. I've seen much worse hits than that not cause any problems and lesser hits end life-as-it's-known for the player(s). Mr. Boldin's family was in attendance at the game and sitting at that end of the field where the hit occurred. His young namesake son saw it all.

Nick Buonoconti's son Marc suffered a paralyzing hit on the field. Since then, their foundation has given direct research to cure --- that's right --- cure paralysis through several means, one of them being cryogenics and cooling treatments administered very quickly after the event. Doubt me? Ask Kevin Everett of the Buffalo Bills about the treatment he received and how he's doing now.

NY/NJ Metro was THE place to be in this case, as there are no less than 6 hospital trauma centers equipped to deal with the condition within a 20 minute helicopter flight, or short ambulance drive from The Meadowlands.

On an intense play for pay note, I'm nowhere near a Jets fan, but Brett Favre went for 6 TD passes today. Say what you will about the way he got to the Jets, but the guy can bring it big-time and the Jets looked pretty dang-on good offensively.

Right then, on to Da Chaze Raze Numero Tres.

Jamie, my man: Decent run today with a 17th place finish. I know you were in 12th to 15th for most of the day, but that last pitstop being slow wasn't your doing. Larry and the new boys are just about down together after only 4 races as a team.

An open thank you to Robby Gordon, driver of the #7 Jim Beam car. I'm seriously impressed you went the full race (albeit 3 laps down at the end) and didn't take out anyone. I sincerely hope this is the start of a trend for you and in '09 your team gets you back to winning. See . . . No snarkiness about anything.

To Kyle Busch: Son, I actually felt bad for you today. You may be somewhat of an s.o.b., but if you're gonna get beat, It should happen on the track in head-to-head racing, rather than your ride breaking three different ways, three weeks in a row.

Carl Edwards had the race won at the end. Serious low-level flying on the last few laps brought the 99 right up to and by Jimmie Johnson in the 48 on the last lap. Kick is, Carl had too much momentum going out of the turn and did a paint-scraper with the wall. Slowed him down enough that JJ went back by for the win.

Da Biff went by Jeff Gordon for third . . . right at the line by maybe a tire diameter.

Overall, some good racing all day.

Martin Truex Jr. and his team have some 'splainin' to do to each other. After a part or two came loose/broke on his shifter, their in-team radio communications got a tad on the "calm the f#$% down and drive" side of things. Not good.

And lastly, there's one of my fav subjects to cover, the second annual collapse of the Noo Yawk Mutts. Buh-Bye ! They got whacked out of the wild card today by our local Triple-A team down here, the Flori-duh Marlins.

To celebrate, I've run up some altered lyrics to the original Mets Fight Song. Enjoy !

Cheers!

Kenny Solomon - Typical Bitter God-Clinging Gun Owner ..... and NASCAR fan

Ladies and gentlemen, please join in singing as Jane Jarvis at the Shea Stadium Hammond Organ performs our Mets Fight Song !

Beat The Mets, Beat The Mets
Step up to the plate and Beat The Mets
Bring your kiddies, bring your wives
They're all gonna go five-for-five
Because The Mets they really suck at baseball
Beatin' their own heads against the wall
East side, West side everybody's comin' down
To beat the M-E-T-S Mets, of New York Town.

Oh, the crack-head and the gangsta and the psychos on the streets,
Where did they go? To BEAT The Mets!
Oh, they're hollerin' and booin' and they're shootin' from their seats,
Where did they go? To BEAT The Mets!
All the fans are sick of the orange and blue,
So hurry up and come on down -
'cause we need ourselves a real ball club,
The Mets of New York town!

Give 'em Hell ! Give 'em demands !
And let 'em know you're puking in the stands !
Come on and .......

Beat The Mets, Beat The Mets
Step up to the plate and Beat The Mets
Bring your kiddies, bring your wives
They're all gonna go five-for-five
Because The Mets they really suck at baseball
Beatin' their own heads against the wall
East side, West side everybody's comin' down
To beat the M-E-T-S Mets, of New York Town.

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Altered lyrics (only) to "Meet The Mets" Copyright 2008, KL Solomon, Swiss Navy Productions. USED FOR WRITTEN PARODY ONLY - No recording made. Original lyrics and music Copyright 1961 by Ruth Roberts and Bill Katz.