The US Open really had my attention this weekend, reasons consisting of but not limited to the fact that a) Serena Williams has one (or two) on J Lo with that impressive caboose, and b) Two guys older than me were in the men's final. Plus, I love them. And their matches. It made me sad to read that it's not only my own nostalgia-ridden, 80s-centric and sentimentally weepy mind that believes the best is over.

And how weird is it to see Drew Bledsoe in a Buffalo jersey?

(Don't panic, you have the right blog.)