It's over.

Good bye, immortality. No perfect season. More importantly, no Super Bowl championship. It was supposed to be the greatest season in NFL history. There was supposed to be a validating end to an amazing, controversial, exciting, tumultuous, hard fought, highly scrutinized, awe-inspiring season.

Nope.

Unlike last year, I can wait for a new season to start. This one will sting for a while.

Patrick Stewart.

After that Monday Night Football debacle, I luckily flipped to a rerun of the Patrick Stewart SNL episode. 'Phil McCracken: Scottish Therapist' and the Sexy Cake Shop helped ease the pain. Also, maybe the greatest introduction of the musical act.

For those of you with HBO, check out the season finale of 'Extras' for a great Patrick Stewart cameo:

On the set of an Elizabethan drama, Andy pitches a sitcom pilot script to Patrick Stewart, who shares his own screenwriting story ideas (he plays a man with special powers who makes women's clothes disappear, after saving them in Iraq).

Stewart: "For instance I might be walking along and see a beautiful girl and think 'I wish I could see her naked'... and so her clothes fall off."

John Havlicek...of the Patriots???

I love Gil Santos and Gino Cappelletti, the Pats veteran radio announcing crew, but they're slowly descending into John Madden/Pat Summerall/Tim McCarver territory. It's barely into the second half of the game against the Chargers, and Santos has already called Mike Vrabel 'Steve' three times, while Cappelletti noted that Pats coach 'John Havlicek' was pacing down the sideline. Havlicek...Belichick...similar, I know. But c'mon guys, this is your own team!

Carmina Burana? More like Carmina Bore-ama.

Can we get a moratorium on playing 'Carmina Burana' at sporting events? Jesus.