Let the record show that Sunday, Oct. 3 was one of the funnest days in my sports viewing life.

It all started with a little Ryder Cup action, where the U.S. absolutely spitting the bit. I mean, the 1978 Red Sox think these guys are chokers. You know what, though? I actually found myself rooting for Monty, Colin Montgomerie, the European captain. He’s certainly a far more interesting personality than any of the Yanks. And what’s up with the Eu-Ro chants from the partisans. A weak response to U-S-A, if you ask me.

After that, it was on to a little football/baseball buffet. The Jets/Bills game got boring quick (thank you CBS from sparing us having to watch a game that might actually be interesting, like Ravens/Steelers). The Panthers/Saints game was close, yet lacked in any compelling qualities. So it was off to the World Wide Web and my favorite broadcast pirating site, which I won’t divulge for fear it gets shut down (Kids, don’t try this at home). I have discovered the Red Zone Channel courtesy said URL, and it is addicting, especially for fantasy fanatics such as myself.

But that wasn’t all. The pennant races of the real world and fantasy variety beckoned. I have MLB.tv on the computer, and my fantasy team went into today tied for first, so I was all over the place tracking games and players. The Braves got up big early on the Phils to help their wildcard chances, so my focus was on Sox/Yanks (way to go Jed Lowrie, coming up clutch for my fantasy squad, “Moen Jinxed Me,”) as well as Brewers/Reds and Rays/Royals.

By 4:30, after I’d joined the Fenway crowd in saluting Jason Varitek, I’d lost interest in the Rays’ game because they had the AL East clinched. Instead, it was over to Padres/Giants, which I’m watching as I write this while checking out Skins/Eagles on the HD (Most shocking upset of the day? Philly giving Donovan McNabb a warm reception) and Raiders/Texans on the Net (FCC, please don’t come calling).

And in between it all, I’m carrying on an e-mail chat with some guy named Mark Laflamme.

Even though both of my fantasy teams are taking a dive at this moment, I couldn’t care less. There is no shortage of intrigue today (Juan Uribe just made a killer play in the hole at short for San Fran). This is what being a sports fan is all about.

And yes, I actually did something constructive today and changed the oil in my snow-blower. So keep your comments to yourself.

P.S. Ramon Ramirez with a big K for the Giants. Gotta love the National League.

P.P.S. So much for Mike Vick for MVP.

P.P.P.S. We are the champ-yuns. We are the champ-yuns. Thank you Mat Latos. God bless you Brian Wilson (of Giants and Beach Boys fame, both). Buster Posey, you da man.

P.P.P.P.S. In just one half, Arian Foster single-handedly saves Lick My Giselle from Week 4 disaster. Steal of every fantasy draft.

P.P.P.P.P.S. Colts, Raiders, Steelers and Yankees all lose in the same day. If the Giants make it a quinella tonight, I’ll name my next child Arian, even if it’s blond.