Four inches of snow fell in Denver over the weekend; sounds like it's about time to start the World Series. The Redskins are 4-2, although they could have easily coughed up the game this last Sunday to Arizona. Maybe if the Cardinals had an actual quarterback playing quarterback at the end of the game, maybe if Neil Rackers hadn't pushed his kick just a few feet to the left, maybe if Matt Leinert had been starting instead of Kurt "One-armed" Warner, maybe the Cardinals would have pulled it out. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Whatever. However you slice it, the 'Skins are 4-2, and about to get absolutely smeared by the New England Patriots. Right now, the Burgundy and Gold are strapped to the tracks and just don't know it. Nothing can stop the cross-country express that is the Pats right now, not even Washington's much-ballyhooed defense. Sorry.

If you close your eyes, clear your head and turn your ears towards Baltimore, you might be able to actually hear the Ravens getting older and creakier. I've never seen a team eyeing a bye-week as hungrily as this one. The disaster that is Atlanta Falcons football continues to limp along. Bobby Petrino, the former Louisville coach who was lured away by the prospect of being the guy who turned Michael Vick into an actual NFL quarterback rather than just an unpredictable phenom, looks sicker and sicker every week. This guy thought he was getting the keys to dad's Bentley; instead he got the keys to a beat-up Yugo with water damage. Gross.

What in the heck happened to the Jets? When the fourth quarter started, Gang-green was winning 23-17; by the time the dust settled, the hometown Bengals had outscored the boys from New York 21-8 and taken the game. Some people were calling Eric Mangini the Mangenius after he took the previously 4-12 Jets to the playoffs in his first year as head coach. They're going to need to update that. Manareouroverateded is good. Manflashing-the-pan is my personal favorite.

The Cowboys may well be the crème de la crème of the NFC right now, but they hardly looked like world-beaters against the Vikings. Combine that with the combined records of the teams they've beaten to date this season, 12-27, and it doesn't take a crystal ball to see heartbreak in the future for fans of Jerry's kids.

The Boston Red Sox just finished another remarkable comeback, this one against the snake-bitten Cleveland Indians, coming from down three-games-to-one to advance to their second World Series in four seasons. By the time you, dear and loyal reader, read this, I have a sneaky feeling nearly every big-brained, talking head out there will have picked the Sox to win the Series and will have force-fed you zillions of reasons why. I have a sneaky feeling they're wrong. Look for the Rockies to take one of the first two games in Boston, then two of three at home in Denver, sending the Series back to Boston for games six and seven. I don't see the Sox winning two must-wins in a row again, though.

See, what a lot of us fail to realize is what an amazing tear the Rockies are on right now. If it were the Red Sox, Mets or, God-forbid, Yankees that had won 21 of 22 to close the regular season and rip into the postseason, that East-coast media market team would have already been anointed the most remarkable thing since sliced-bread. As it is, hardly anyone seems to give the Rockies any credit, probably because they play in a football town in an after-bedtime-time-zone: all the more pity for the rest of us.

The Rockies bash with the best of 'em, and, after dispatching the Diamondbacks in four, they didn't really look like they cared a thing in the world about who they were going to face in the World Series. Now that they know, they just want to play ball. A collective groan could be heard from sea to shining sea when the National League Championship Series turned out to be geological oddity, played out in the mountains and the desert between two small market teams, neither one with a lot of flash, neither one with a starting lineup anyone from outside of their respective hometowns could have named. No matter. The brand of baseball the Rockies are playing right now is simple and straightforward; they pitch better than their opponents, they get better and more timely hitting than their opponents, and they're not afraid to barge all the way through your front door if you leave it open just a crack. As a matter of fact, they're playing a lot like the Red Sox right now. A team, interestingly enough, that they already beat this year. Twice. In three chances. In Boston. By a combined score of 20-5.

If you haven't seen a game all season, no matter. Check out the Series. You won't be sorry.