That, my friends, was not expected. My NFL picks really petered out big time this year, but even if I had stayed the course on here, I NEVER would have picked the New York Giants to be the NFC Champs playing in the big game this weekend out in Arizona.
Yes, it's that most American of holidays this weekend, Super Bowl Sunday, time when even if you made resolutions on New Years Day to quit eating junk and drinking beer like your job, it's okay to pig out and get wasted. You don't even need to know a damn thing about football anymore to enjoy Super Bowl Sunday. Hell, most people only tune in nowadays for the commercials.
I really could care less about this game. Watching the Patriots win the Super Bowl is akin to the feeling you had in high school when the popular girl (who was spreading her legs for a different member of the football team each weekend, but we digress) was "elected" Student Council president. There's resentment, a flash of annoyance that they're your representative of success, but then your life goes on and you're still a geeky girl who likes sports. Who wants to watch winners win? Not me. I hope smee Manning plays his little heart out. And, there's someone on the Giants named Plaxico. Sounds like the name of a synthetic materials corporation to me, but no, it's a player's first name. That rocks. I'm down with rooting for a guy named Plaxico and the smee Manning, who has probably been living in older brother Peyton's shadow since the day he was born.
So you know what I'll be doing this weekend...yukking it up on a couch somewhere, beer in hand, praying silently over and over with each down that someone for the love of Christ sits on Tom Brady's head and squashes it like a kumquat.
I guess the entire season was made for me to have this final moment of hatred.
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Well your wish has come true. Brady got squashed!!!!!!! How happy are you??? I only watched hoping my numbers on the board would come up, but they didn't.
i hear the dip was delicious, eh?
You are my hero. And, not just for the head cheerleader/popular girl reference. For your love of sports. And, you got your wish. Life sometimes works out, doesn't it?
Ah, mother, I will cherish Super Bowl Sunday for many MANY months to come. Old Tom really is mortal after all......And apparently God is NOT a Patriots fan. Of course how could He be...He doesn't tend to like cheaters and prima donnas of any kind, does He? I guess if He did Lucifer would still be singing alto in the choir of angels, and not coaching an overrated football team.
HA!
Monica, you missed great dip.
Colleen, thanks for stopping by. You're MY hero for bitching so eloquently about the Michigan Ave. "Express" buses. I use that term very, VERY loosely.
:)
I had to come back and visit and see your comment follow up, and I was reminded of this:
During the Super Bowl, when we watched Brady get hit REALLY hard at one point, I said (out loud, in a room full of people), "THAT is for cheating on your beautiful pregnant girlfriend." And right away, he got sacked again, and I said out loud, "And THAT is for making the new girl a supermodel while your ex was gaining weight for your son."
The whole room laughed. My VERY new relationship was sitting to my left, and I think he might be afraid of me now. That's ok by me. :)
Colleen I think we would make fabulous NFL Sunday buddies next season. We could start a Tonya-Harding style "fan" club of women who want to see him die. I realize there are an equal number of clueless (read: Cubs Bleacher Bimbos) women out there who think he's the bees knees, but we could take 'em. I even have a few other friends, (ok, maybe one), who would happily join our party.
And thank you for validating my own fury at that man. My boyfriend started getting up and leaving the room this season every time I started in on Tom for being a baby-momma-leaving-metrosexual-assclown.
I hate that man. :)
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