Man, that super bowl hurt my eyes. I mean, it hurt them and I had to just get up and go make a carrot cake. Even if I don't like the team that is winning, or even the teams that are playing, I can still get down for a good game.
I feel so bad for Payton Manning, though. I really wanted him to go down as having won titles with two different franchises, because I think he is that good of a player. Plus, he should always be one-up on his sub-par brother and the damn Gigantes. Come on.
Lessons from this year's super bowl experience:
1. I am capable of checking out and taking off when a sporting competition is being contested. I was previously unaware of this ability.
2. My cupcake tins are too shallow for the goodness that is my carrot cake.
3. Peach "punch" is definitely not juice and will indeed lead to a sugar-induced hangover.
4. I am still capable of throwing together some intensely good Mexican food.
5. I prefer the super bowl to begin at an hour similar to this year's, because it means I can get to bed at a decent hour, drunk or not.
Other than that...it was a low way to tie up the football season and now I must wait until August for a good reason to sit on my ass all day on Sunday. At least it is an indicator that warmer weather is on the way, so I can run outside. And there you have it. Good night.
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