Last night was a great, even euphoric, night for Arizona Cardinals fans...right up until the last half of the last quarter. When it all tumbled end-over-end into the toilet. That was excrutiatingly painful to watch.

I'm basically an all-things-Arizona fan, which goes back to my days actually living there (in Lake Havasu City). That means I like the Arizona Wildcats, the Phoenix Suns...and the Cardinals, despite my memories of them in St. Louis. I rooted for the Diamondbacks when they reached (and won) the World Series. I draw the line at hockey. Sorry, but I just can't cheer for a hockey team in the desert (or anywhere, for that matter).

I figured the Cardinals would get blown away last night. I was interested in the game for three reasons. One: the aforementioned Arizona infatuation. Two: I've been a USC football fan since my high school days, and Arizona now has a USC quarterback, Matt Leinart, who did quite well last night. And three: I'm definitely a Colts fan, and the Cards have a former Colt in Edgerrin James.

It was a sad, sad way to go to bed last night.