And speaking of ghosts, everyone kept calling Michael Vick that all last week. "How do you catch a ghost?", they'd say. Well, you catch a ghost by scaring it, apparently. Did you see Burgess's second sack, that open-field beauty? You could just smell the fear coming from Vick. That was the moment the game ended, if you ask me.
(Yeah, if you don't like football, you might not want to read my journal for the next two weeks or so.)