So this Sunday, the beloved home teams of Sarah of the Goon Squad and I here at the Wang will step onto the field of battle. Her team should be made short work of by my team, but just for fun we've decided this:
The loser will have to sacrifice their firstborn by the light of the moon.
Except that, we like our firstborns.
Instead, we've made a decision that whomever loses has to write a post extolling the virtues of the other. I like to think that she should get to writing, but just as soon as I get cocky the Colts will go and screw me over.
I should probably draft something just in case, eh?
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Showing posts with label COLTS. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Goon Squad Vs. The Wang
So this Sunday, the beloved home teams of Sarah of the Goon Squad and I here at the Wang will step onto the field of battle. Her team should be made short work of by my team, but just for fun we've decided this:
The loser will have to sacrifice their firstborn by the light of the moon.
Except that, we like our firstborns.
Instead, we've made a decision that whomever loses has to write a post extolling the virtues of the other. I like to think that she should get to writing, but just as soon as I get cocky the Colts will go and screw me over.
I should probably draft something just in case, eh?
The loser will have to sacrifice their firstborn by the light of the moon.
Except that, we like our firstborns.
Instead, we've made a decision that whomever loses has to write a post extolling the virtues of the other. I like to think that she should get to writing, but just as soon as I get cocky the Colts will go and screw me over.
I should probably draft something just in case, eh?
Thursday, August 09, 2007
FOOOOOOOOOTBAAAAAALLLL IS BAAAAAACK
And In Case Anyone Forgot How I Feel Or Who Won the Superbowl... 
GO COLTS!
Oh and by the way, I just heard Joe Buck say that he's heard hydration is a good thing. I think he just actually said "I've heard that, stay hydrated and you're doing yourself a big favor."
This is going to be a good football season if we're saying stuff this stupid so soon.
I feel it.
cross posted at Draft Day Suit
GO COLTS!
Oh and by the way, I just heard Joe Buck say that he's heard hydration is a good thing. I think he just actually said "I've heard that, stay hydrated and you're doing yourself a big favor."
This is going to be a good football season if we're saying stuff this stupid so soon.
I feel it.
cross posted at Draft Day Suit
FOOOOOOOOOTBAAAAAALLLL IS BAAAAAACK
And In Case Anyone Forgot How I Feel Or Who Won the Superbowl...
GO COLTS!
Oh and by the way, I just heard Joe Buck say that he's heard hydration is a good thing. I think he just actually said "I've heard that, stay hydrated and you're doing yourself a big favor."
This is going to be a good football season if we're saying stuff this stupid so soon.
I feel it.
cross posted at Draft Day Suit
GO COLTS!
Oh and by the way, I just heard Joe Buck say that he's heard hydration is a good thing. I think he just actually said "I've heard that, stay hydrated and you're doing yourself a big favor."
This is going to be a good football season if we're saying stuff this stupid so soon.
I feel it.
cross posted at Draft Day Suit
Monday, February 05, 2007
Just to Show that There Is Love for Chicago
You know that I'm a Colts Fan, I bleed Blue and White and all that crap. But, had the Colts not been the AFC champions (as we are oh so accustomed to) I would've been jumping up and down and screaming for the Bears.
So Chicago, be proud.
And INDY - WAY TO GO COLTS!
I think I'm still in SHOCK.
Because before we had the Colts in Indy - we had the Bears to watch. So for a lot of Hoosiers this Superbowl was a WIN-WIN - ONE of the teams you grew up with was going to win, and although it was going to be sweet if it was the Colts, you could love the Bears if they won too.
Just to prove that my love for the Bears is real, and not patronizing I'm re-posting a photo that I put on Draft Day Suit last year. This is Lil Sachmo at about 6 months old with........
WILLIAM "THE REFRIGERATOR" PERRY. He was appearing at a local BIG ASS FANS opening and I scooped up my infant son and ran over on my lunch hour to make sure that I didn't miss an opportunity to introduce my boy to a LEGEND - and to get a TOO cute picture.
So Chicago, be proud.
And INDY - WAY TO GO COLTS!
I think I'm still in SHOCK.
Just to Show that There Is Love for Chicago
You know that I'm a Colts Fan, I bleed Blue and White and all that crap. But, had the Colts not been the AFC champions (as we are oh so accustomed to) I would've been jumping up and down and screaming for the Bears.
So Chicago, be proud.
And INDY - WAY TO GO COLTS!
I think I'm still in SHOCK.
Because before we had the Colts in Indy - we had the Bears to watch. So for a lot of Hoosiers this Superbowl was a WIN-WIN - ONE of the teams you grew up with was going to win, and although it was going to be sweet if it was the Colts, you could love the Bears if they won too.
Just to prove that my love for the Bears is real, and not patronizing I'm re-posting a photo that I put on Draft Day Suit last year. This is Lil Sachmo at about 6 months old with........
WILLIAM "THE REFRIGERATOR" PERRY. He was appearing at a local BIG ASS FANS opening and I scooped up my infant son and ran over on my lunch hour to make sure that I didn't miss an opportunity to introduce my boy to a LEGEND - and to get a TOO cute picture.
So Chicago, be proud.
And INDY - WAY TO GO COLTS!
I think I'm still in SHOCK.
Hell is frozen and all that.........
I don't appreciate all of you twerps googling "Hell is frozen over, the COLTS WON THE SUPERBOWL."
At our house, Baby Birdman had too many apps and applejuice. He was partied out EARLY dude.
*** - as an interesting postscript and just ONE more example of how the Web makes the world a creepier and smaller place, I picked that photo of Ben Franklin painted up as Manning off the web......turns out my SISTER IN LAW took it.
Unless you were looking for that joke. Which you should already have known, as it's an old joke.
I like to believe that you weren't actually SEARCHING THE WEB for information as to whether or not hell had actually frozen over. Because clearly you would've needed just to go over to Weather.com and put in zipcode 666. Dorks.
Here is a lovely shot from Franklin College in my Hometown of Franklin Indiana. Old Ben here gets painted for various sporting events and holidays, but this is the first time I've ever seen him decorated as a specific person.
At our house, Baby Birdman had too many apps and applejuice. He was partied out EARLY dude.
*** - as an interesting postscript and just ONE more example of how the Web makes the world a creepier and smaller place, I picked that photo of Ben Franklin painted up as Manning off the web......turns out my SISTER IN LAW took it.
Hell is frozen and all that.........
I don't appreciate all of you twerps googling "Hell is frozen over, the COLTS WON THE SUPERBOWL."
At our house, Baby Birdman had too many apps and applejuice. He was partied out EARLY dude.
*** - as an interesting postscript and just ONE more example of how the Web makes the world a creepier and smaller place, I picked that photo of Ben Franklin painted up as Manning off the web......turns out my SISTER IN LAW took it.
Unless you were looking for that joke. Which you should already have known, as it's an old joke.
I like to believe that you weren't actually SEARCHING THE WEB for information as to whether or not hell had actually frozen over. Because clearly you would've needed just to go over to Weather.com and put in zipcode 666. Dorks.
Here is a lovely shot from Franklin College in my Hometown of Franklin Indiana. Old Ben here gets painted for various sporting events and holidays, but this is the first time I've ever seen him decorated as a specific person.
At our house, Baby Birdman had too many apps and applejuice. He was partied out EARLY dude.
*** - as an interesting postscript and just ONE more example of how the Web makes the world a creepier and smaller place, I picked that photo of Ben Franklin painted up as Manning off the web......turns out my SISTER IN LAW took it.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
A Football Family's Dream Comes True
Football is important in this house. When we were dating my husband used to tell people that he loved me because I understood football. We are both die-hard Colts fans, from back in the day. Back in the "Here comes our new football team (that we just stole from Baltimore) in MAYFLOWER MOVING TRUCKS" day. From back when the Colts were a joke, and everyone went from being happy to having Season Tickets for the new football team to giving them away because they sucked so much. From back when it was the HOOSIER DOME, not the RCA DOME.
We're fans. And if we had owned those season tickets we'd have never missed a game.
So when we added the tiny humans to the equation, it was uncertain how having them about would change our football life.
Our pregnancies all started around Football. It first occurred to me that I might be pregnant with Lil Sachmo at our Superbowl Party. February 3 2002, New England Patriots Vs. St Louis Rams. We were having a small party, a few good friends over, the husband was slaving away making wonderful foods and milling around with our guests when it hit me.......I hadn't felt good for days. What if? What if? I nursed one beer all night, feeling nervous and not wanting to drink.
When my water broke that September morning, one of the first things I noted was that my son had politely chosen to arrive on a BYE week - so that Mommy and Daddy didn't have to miss any of the COLTS Action. I jokingly told this to the OB on duty, whom I had never met, and immediately loved her when she said back "Yeah, well my Vikings aren't doing anything worth watching today either - so we're both in luck."
A year later I was sitting in a Beef O' Brady's with my then 1 year old and husband, and complaining about my upcoming Gyno appt with my new doctor. I had poured a beer and told him I hated how they always hassle you when you don't know when your last period was. And I started thinking. And thinking. And thinking. And the husband started thinking.
And I ordered a coke.
The following April, two little monsters called Baby Birdman and Baby Birth of Cool joined the football brigade.
By now we've usually had to tell the joke when people have to hassle us about the Colts getting knocked out of the playoffs......."Well, you know what all good Colts fans say this time of year? GO PACERS!"
Not this year.
This year the five of us will have the TV on all day and as a family will watch our team, the team around which this family really started, play in the Superbowl.
It may be one of the best things I'll ever see on Tv.
GO HORSE!
A Football Family's Dream Comes True
Football is important in this house. When we were dating my husband used to tell people that he loved me because I understood football. We are both die-hard Colts fans, from back in the day. Back in the "Here comes our new football team (that we just stole from Baltimore) in MAYFLOWER MOVING TRUCKS" day. From back when the Colts were a joke, and everyone went from being happy to having Season Tickets for the new football team to giving them away because they sucked so much. From back when it was the HOOSIER DOME, not the RCA DOME.
We're fans. And if we had owned those season tickets we'd have never missed a game.
So when we added the tiny humans to the equation, it was uncertain how having them about would change our football life.
Our pregnancies all started around Football. It first occurred to me that I might be pregnant with Lil Sachmo at our Superbowl Party. February 3 2002, New England Patriots Vs. St Louis Rams. We were having a small party, a few good friends over, the husband was slaving away making wonderful foods and milling around with our guests when it hit me.......I hadn't felt good for days. What if? What if? I nursed one beer all night, feeling nervous and not wanting to drink.
When my water broke that September morning, one of the first things I noted was that my son had politely chosen to arrive on a BYE week - so that Mommy and Daddy didn't have to miss any of the COLTS Action. I jokingly told this to the OB on duty, whom I had never met, and immediately loved her when she said back "Yeah, well my Vikings aren't doing anything worth watching today either - so we're both in luck."
A year later I was sitting in a Beef O' Brady's with my then 1 year old and husband, and complaining about my upcoming Gyno appt with my new doctor. I had poured a beer and told him I hated how they always hassle you when you don't know when your last period was. And I started thinking. And thinking. And thinking. And the husband started thinking.
And I ordered a coke.
The following April, two little monsters called Baby Birdman and Baby Birth of Cool joined the football brigade.
By now we've usually had to tell the joke when people have to hassle us about the Colts getting knocked out of the playoffs......."Well, you know what all good Colts fans say this time of year? GO PACERS!"
Not this year.
This year the five of us will have the TV on all day and as a family will watch our team, the team around which this family really started, play in the Superbowl.
It may be one of the best things I'll ever see on Tv.
GO HORSE!
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Party Etiquette for the Remainder of the Football Season
This is just an FYI. Football related parties require football related foods. Foods that fall within this category are foods that taste good with beer and something sweet for when you're tired of all that greasy, delicious beer-related food. The something sweet could be chocolate, or cake or something gooey but I think it's safe to say, it should not be THIS.
Let's face it, if you bring THAT to my football party, you're making my servings of wings, and cheese, and sausage stars (you can beg me for the recipe - which is actually Justin's), and cocktail weenies, and potato skins, etc look like crap. You're grandstanding. And if you serve it at your OWN party - well you're just trying to put a fancy face on football. Football doesn't have a fancy face.
Football is dirty. Even on astroturf.
It's like the people at Edible Arrangements are trying to girl up football - make it "bearable" for the wives by providing them with this lovely arrangement. Now, make me one of these out of sausages and cheese........and we're talking.
And don't get me wrong, I think most of their stuff looks pretty darn cool. And would be nice at say, a bridal shower. But for the AFC championship? No. SUPERBOWL? Hell No.
In other news, I'm sure you all saw them last year but I think that THESE are freaking cool for Valentine's Day.
cross posted at DRAFT DAY SUIT
Let's face it, if you bring THAT to my football party, you're making my servings of wings, and cheese, and sausage stars (you can beg me for the recipe - which is actually Justin's), and cocktail weenies, and potato skins, etc look like crap. You're grandstanding. And if you serve it at your OWN party - well you're just trying to put a fancy face on football. Football doesn't have a fancy face.
Football is dirty. Even on astroturf.
It's like the people at Edible Arrangements are trying to girl up football - make it "bearable" for the wives by providing them with this lovely arrangement. Now, make me one of these out of sausages and cheese........and we're talking.
And don't get me wrong, I think most of their stuff looks pretty darn cool. And would be nice at say, a bridal shower. But for the AFC championship? No. SUPERBOWL? Hell No.
In other news, I'm sure you all saw them last year but I think that THESE are freaking cool for Valentine's Day.
cross posted at DRAFT DAY SUIT
Party Etiquette for the Remainder of the Football Season
This is just an FYI. Football related parties require football related foods. Foods that fall within this category are foods that taste good with beer and something sweet for when you're tired of all that greasy, delicious beer-related food. The something sweet could be chocolate, or cake or something gooey but I think it's safe to say, it should not be THIS.
Let's face it, if you bring THAT to my football party, you're making my servings of wings, and cheese, and sausage stars (you can beg me for the recipe - which is actually Justin's), and cocktail weenies, and potato skins, etc look like crap. You're grandstanding. And if you serve it at your OWN party - well you're just trying to put a fancy face on football. Football doesn't have a fancy face.
Football is dirty. Even on astroturf.
It's like the people at Edible Arrangements are trying to girl up football - make it "bearable" for the wives by providing them with this lovely arrangement. Now, make me one of these out of sausages and cheese........and we're talking.
And don't get me wrong, I think most of their stuff looks pretty darn cool. And would be nice at say, a bridal shower. But for the AFC championship? No. SUPERBOWL? Hell No.
In other news, I'm sure you all saw them last year but I think that THESE are freaking cool for Valentine's Day.
cross posted at DRAFT DAY SUIT
Let's face it, if you bring THAT to my football party, you're making my servings of wings, and cheese, and sausage stars (you can beg me for the recipe - which is actually Justin's), and cocktail weenies, and potato skins, etc look like crap. You're grandstanding. And if you serve it at your OWN party - well you're just trying to put a fancy face on football. Football doesn't have a fancy face.
Football is dirty. Even on astroturf.
It's like the people at Edible Arrangements are trying to girl up football - make it "bearable" for the wives by providing them with this lovely arrangement. Now, make me one of these out of sausages and cheese........and we're talking.
And don't get me wrong, I think most of their stuff looks pretty darn cool. And would be nice at say, a bridal shower. But for the AFC championship? No. SUPERBOWL? Hell No.
In other news, I'm sure you all saw them last year but I think that THESE are freaking cool for Valentine's Day.
cross posted at DRAFT DAY SUIT
And Oldie But Goodie
A guy from Indiana dies and is sent to Hell. He had been a horrible man his entire life. The devil puts him to work breaking up rocks with a sledge hammer. To make it worse, he cranks up the temperature and the humidity.
After a couple of days, the devil checks in on his victim to see if he is suffering adequately. The devil is aghast as the Hoosier is happily swinging his hammer and whistling a happy tune. The devil walks up to him and says, "I don't understand this. I've turned the heat way up, it's humid, you're crushing rocks; why are you so happy?"
The man, with a big smile, looks at the devil and replies, "This is great! It reminds me of August in Indiana. Hot, humid, a good place to work. It reminds me of home. This is fantastic!"
The devil, extremely perplexed, walks away to ponder the man's remarks. Then he decides to drop the temperature, send down a driving rain and torrential wind. Soon, Hell is a wet, muddy mess. Walking in mud up to his knees with dust blowing into his eyes, the man is happily slogging through the mud pushing a wheelbarrow full of crushed rocks. Again, the devil asks how he can be happy in such conditions.
The man replies, "This is great! Just like April in Indiana. It reminds me of working out in the yard with spring planting!"
The devil is now completely baffled but more determined to make him suffer. He makes the temperature plummet. Suddenly Hell is blanketed in snow and ice. Confident that this will surely make him unhappy, the devil checks in on him. He is again aghast at what he sees. The man is dancing, singing, and twirling his sledgehammer as he cavorts in glee.
"How can you be so happy? Don't you know its 40 below zero!?" screams the devil. Jumping up and down, he throws a snowball at the devil and yells, "Hell's frozen over! This means the Colts won the Super Bowl!
After a couple of days, the devil checks in on his victim to see if he is suffering adequately. The devil is aghast as the Hoosier is happily swinging his hammer and whistling a happy tune. The devil walks up to him and says, "I don't understand this. I've turned the heat way up, it's humid, you're crushing rocks; why are you so happy?"
The man, with a big smile, looks at the devil and replies, "This is great! It reminds me of August in Indiana. Hot, humid, a good place to work. It reminds me of home. This is fantastic!"
The devil, extremely perplexed, walks away to ponder the man's remarks. Then he decides to drop the temperature, send down a driving rain and torrential wind. Soon, Hell is a wet, muddy mess. Walking in mud up to his knees with dust blowing into his eyes, the man is happily slogging through the mud pushing a wheelbarrow full of crushed rocks. Again, the devil asks how he can be happy in such conditions.
The man replies, "This is great! Just like April in Indiana. It reminds me of working out in the yard with spring planting!"
The devil is now completely baffled but more determined to make him suffer. He makes the temperature plummet. Suddenly Hell is blanketed in snow and ice. Confident that this will surely make him unhappy, the devil checks in on him. He is again aghast at what he sees. The man is dancing, singing, and twirling his sledgehammer as he cavorts in glee.
"How can you be so happy? Don't you know its 40 below zero!?" screams the devil. Jumping up and down, he throws a snowball at the devil and yells, "Hell's frozen over! This means the Colts won the Super Bowl!
And Oldie But Goodie
A guy from Indiana dies and is sent to Hell. He had been a horrible man his entire life. The devil puts him to work breaking up rocks with a sledge hammer. To make it worse, he cranks up the temperature and the humidity.
After a couple of days, the devil checks in on his victim to see if he is suffering adequately. The devil is aghast as the Hoosier is happily swinging his hammer and whistling a happy tune. The devil walks up to him and says, "I don't understand this. I've turned the heat way up, it's humid, you're crushing rocks; why are you so happy?"
The man, with a big smile, looks at the devil and replies, "This is great! It reminds me of August in Indiana. Hot, humid, a good place to work. It reminds me of home. This is fantastic!"
The devil, extremely perplexed, walks away to ponder the man's remarks. Then he decides to drop the temperature, send down a driving rain and torrential wind. Soon, Hell is a wet, muddy mess. Walking in mud up to his knees with dust blowing into his eyes, the man is happily slogging through the mud pushing a wheelbarrow full of crushed rocks. Again, the devil asks how he can be happy in such conditions.
The man replies, "This is great! Just like April in Indiana. It reminds me of working out in the yard with spring planting!"
The devil is now completely baffled but more determined to make him suffer. He makes the temperature plummet. Suddenly Hell is blanketed in snow and ice. Confident that this will surely make him unhappy, the devil checks in on him. He is again aghast at what he sees. The man is dancing, singing, and twirling his sledgehammer as he cavorts in glee.
"How can you be so happy? Don't you know its 40 below zero!?" screams the devil. Jumping up and down, he throws a snowball at the devil and yells, "Hell's frozen over! This means the Colts won the Super Bowl!
After a couple of days, the devil checks in on his victim to see if he is suffering adequately. The devil is aghast as the Hoosier is happily swinging his hammer and whistling a happy tune. The devil walks up to him and says, "I don't understand this. I've turned the heat way up, it's humid, you're crushing rocks; why are you so happy?"
The man, with a big smile, looks at the devil and replies, "This is great! It reminds me of August in Indiana. Hot, humid, a good place to work. It reminds me of home. This is fantastic!"
The devil, extremely perplexed, walks away to ponder the man's remarks. Then he decides to drop the temperature, send down a driving rain and torrential wind. Soon, Hell is a wet, muddy mess. Walking in mud up to his knees with dust blowing into his eyes, the man is happily slogging through the mud pushing a wheelbarrow full of crushed rocks. Again, the devil asks how he can be happy in such conditions.
The man replies, "This is great! Just like April in Indiana. It reminds me of working out in the yard with spring planting!"
The devil is now completely baffled but more determined to make him suffer. He makes the temperature plummet. Suddenly Hell is blanketed in snow and ice. Confident that this will surely make him unhappy, the devil checks in on him. He is again aghast at what he sees. The man is dancing, singing, and twirling his sledgehammer as he cavorts in glee.
"How can you be so happy? Don't you know its 40 below zero!?" screams the devil. Jumping up and down, he throws a snowball at the devil and yells, "Hell's frozen over! This means the Colts won the Super Bowl!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Did you hear the Screaming?
It was me, screaming in mental anguish as I was forced to root for the Patriots last night. I wasn't home for most of the game, but we flipped it on and there were about 5 minutes left in the 4th quarter as I was preparing to head over to a friends house to hang out for a while.
It looked like the Patriots were really going to have to PUSH to get anything done. So I left the house, head hanging and drove over to my friends. Thinking the whole time 'DAMMIT PATRIOTS! GET IT DONE!'. It felt like betrayal - as if I'd been rooting for the Nicks back in the Reggie Miller-PACERS days. BLASPHEMY. But I couldn't help it. I know, and everyone else seems to know, Indy couldn't stop that San Diego run. It wouldn't happen. So I was forced to root for the damn Patriots.
When I got to Roni's, the game was on and everyone was GLUED to it. "THE GAME IS TIED!" they announced when I walked in.
I nearly choked. COME ON PATRIOTS! WIN THIS GAME! Everyone else was rooting for San Diego - as they declared themselves sick of the the Patriots.
I think it was the closest I ever came to actually PRAYING for a victory (I don't pray for victories though, if God doesn't have better stuff to do than help out pro sports teams I'm completely disgusted).
And when everyone else screamed "OH NO!" I screamed "YES YES YES YES YES!!!!" and other happy joyful things. I think I did a little dance.
Now, the AFC championship had better be OURS. GO GOLTS!
It looked like the Patriots were really going to have to PUSH to get anything done. So I left the house, head hanging and drove over to my friends. Thinking the whole time 'DAMMIT PATRIOTS! GET IT DONE!'. It felt like betrayal - as if I'd been rooting for the Nicks back in the Reggie Miller-PACERS days. BLASPHEMY. But I couldn't help it. I know, and everyone else seems to know, Indy couldn't stop that San Diego run. It wouldn't happen. So I was forced to root for the damn Patriots.
When I got to Roni's, the game was on and everyone was GLUED to it. "THE GAME IS TIED!" they announced when I walked in.
I nearly choked. COME ON PATRIOTS! WIN THIS GAME! Everyone else was rooting for San Diego - as they declared themselves sick of the the Patriots.
I think it was the closest I ever came to actually PRAYING for a victory (I don't pray for victories though, if God doesn't have better stuff to do than help out pro sports teams I'm completely disgusted).
And when everyone else screamed "OH NO!" I screamed "YES YES YES YES YES!!!!" and other happy joyful things. I think I did a little dance.
Now, the AFC championship had better be OURS. GO GOLTS!
Did you hear the Screaming?
It was me, screaming in mental anguish as I was forced to root for the Patriots last night. I wasn't home for most of the game, but we flipped it on and there were about 5 minutes left in the 4th quarter as I was preparing to head over to a friends house to hang out for a while.
It looked like the Patriots were really going to have to PUSH to get anything done. So I left the house, head hanging and drove over to my friends. Thinking the whole time 'DAMMIT PATRIOTS! GET IT DONE!'. It felt like betrayal - as if I'd been rooting for the Nicks back in the Reggie Miller-PACERS days. BLASPHEMY. But I couldn't help it. I know, and everyone else seems to know, Indy couldn't stop that San Diego run. It wouldn't happen. So I was forced to root for the damn Patriots.
When I got to Roni's, the game was on and everyone was GLUED to it. "THE GAME IS TIED!" they announced when I walked in.
I nearly choked. COME ON PATRIOTS! WIN THIS GAME! Everyone else was rooting for San Diego - as they declared themselves sick of the the Patriots.
I think it was the closest I ever came to actually PRAYING for a victory (I don't pray for victories though, if God doesn't have better stuff to do than help out pro sports teams I'm completely disgusted).
And when everyone else screamed "OH NO!" I screamed "YES YES YES YES YES!!!!" and other happy joyful things. I think I did a little dance.
Now, the AFC championship had better be OURS. GO GOLTS!
It looked like the Patriots were really going to have to PUSH to get anything done. So I left the house, head hanging and drove over to my friends. Thinking the whole time 'DAMMIT PATRIOTS! GET IT DONE!'. It felt like betrayal - as if I'd been rooting for the Nicks back in the Reggie Miller-PACERS days. BLASPHEMY. But I couldn't help it. I know, and everyone else seems to know, Indy couldn't stop that San Diego run. It wouldn't happen. So I was forced to root for the damn Patriots.
When I got to Roni's, the game was on and everyone was GLUED to it. "THE GAME IS TIED!" they announced when I walked in.
I nearly choked. COME ON PATRIOTS! WIN THIS GAME! Everyone else was rooting for San Diego - as they declared themselves sick of the the Patriots.
I think it was the closest I ever came to actually PRAYING for a victory (I don't pray for victories though, if God doesn't have better stuff to do than help out pro sports teams I'm completely disgusted).
And when everyone else screamed "OH NO!" I screamed "YES YES YES YES YES!!!!" and other happy joyful things. I think I did a little dance.
Now, the AFC championship had better be OURS. GO GOLTS!
