For those of you whose week got off to a disastrous start because you can't live without your Monday Morning Boatmenblog, we sincerely apologize. Such is what happens when we exit the weekend in a state of shock.

It wasn't just Friday night's debacle against the 'Riders, though watching Damon Allen age in front of our eyes was a pretty bad start. The thing is, we actually witnessed a more miserable game later in the weekend, when we took a trip down to scenic Buffalo to take a gander at football so bad, it would've embarrassed the Ticats.

Understand that we have no particular affinity for any NFL team, and certainly not the Bills. But when they're bad, there may be no more depressing place to be in North America than Buffalo. (There may not be a more depressing place to be in North America regardless, but that's another story.) And the Bills aren't just bad - they're awful. And they were playing the Patriots. And it was pouring rain. And, this being Buffalo, most of the fans were drunk. But they weren't even aggressive, which somehow would've been reassuring. They were more glumly resigned to their fate than anything else. When your quarterback gets hit and the fans are yelling at him to stay down, you've achieved a level of pathos rarely matched in a sports stadium.

So, yeah...there was that. And if that wasn't enough, we're also still recovering from Linda Frum's bizarro interview with Ricky Williams in Saturday's National Post. It's not so much all of Ricky's new-age stuff that weirds us out; that's pretty much old news by now. It's that he's somehow got Keith Pelley into it to the extent that Pelley now leads relaxation exercises in which he urges his followers to "push our worries and the toxins that poison our systems out of our bodies, via our scalps." So now we not only have to worry about the Argos' fate heading into the playoffs; we also have to worry that in a year's time, they're going to host one truly messed-up Grey Cup week.

As you can tell, what we needed to get us back on track was a bit of good news. Something so positive that it would push everything else out of our minds - or get those nasty toxins out of our heads, if you prefer. And thankfully, one of our favourite multi-tasking Argos stepped to the plate.

That's right...at long last, J-Dubbs is back. Now, admittedly, his review of Gridiron Gang - which apparently boasts "more than a handful of clips that will make you well up in that manly let me make sure my girl ain't looking kinda way" - didn't quite put us over the top. But then...bam! In comes the random Teen Wolf plug. And just like that, our hearts are won again.

One of these days, we're seriously going to have to host the first annual J-Dubbs Film Festival. In the meanwhile, let's just celebrate that this officially makes him the most productive running back in Toronto.