Mad Season
I find it hard to believe that you have little interest in the Super Bowl, Dear Criss. Hello? Your stinkin' Peyton's gonna be in town! You gotta be hyped. I'm not stalking hotels with you to find your beloved Colts players. Forget it! Before the Colts won, I was really worried about how I would be able to skip work to try to catch practice or a glimpse of the Pats when they were in town. Oh, it was a beautiful dream.
This weekend will be a preview of things to come once the Super Bowl is over. There will be no sports watching until baseball season starts in April. It'll be a boring two months. This of course happens every year, but I still haven't gotten use to it, Dear Roxy.
I have nothing to say. I need to reflect. Good for Peyton so he can finally get his Super Bowl win. Then Brady will no longer be the bad guy holding everyone back. No, seriously, good for Peyton and Dungy, but I'm still a little bummed. But not super bummed, just kinda annoyed.
Yes, I am ecstatic, incredibly happy and thrilled to see that Peyton Manning, Tony Dungy and the rest of the Colts are finally going to the Big Game, Dear Roxy!
Since you were a blog hogger over the weekend, Dear Roxy, I'm gonna have to repeat a lot of what you said.
Tom Brady loves to make me nervous. He loves the element of surprise. He loves leaving things for the last minute. But seriously, I'm getting older, as you always point out, Dear Criss, and I don't take as much pleasure out of nail-biters as I may have once upon a time. BUT, as Rex Grossman said yesterday, I'll take the win. Doesn't matter how ugly, I'll take it. And Stephen Gostkowski? A 50-yard field goal? You're not so bad, son.
Oh my gosh! Why did they ever even bring in Randy Johnson? And I know I never mentioned the whole Saban thing, but don't worry. The radio is still all over it. I will never think of the song "Sweet Home Alabama" the same way again. I cannot imagine that Bill Cowher would come down here. No way. Don't.
So New York teams didn't fare so well in the playoffs, Dear Roxy, but at least our teams are still there.
"Just right" as in, just enough suspense in the first half of today's Pats - Jets game, and then in the second half - WHAM! The points added up. I admit, Dear Criss, I was worried about today's game. A little. Not like last year's Steelers playoff appearances where I could barely eat without feeling like my stomach may betray me, but just like, "Hmm." Only because, my Pats blew a few strange games this year. So now, it's on to San Diego to face LaDainian and Co. But you know what? My guys have talent, too. I won't lose sleep, but it's gonna be good.
First Coker, Saban and now Riley! Can you explain this to me, Dear Roxy? Come on! Somebody give us a break!
THANK YOU, Dear Criss, for the birthday wish! You can't imagine what I got for presents. Let's see, a 49ers history dvd, Steelers Super Bowl dvd (we're still not sure we understand what Ben's saying), Tom Brady visited via playing card, a Red Sox Monopoly game in which I had to purchase Varitek for twice the price from my sister, grape Big League Chew gum (you buy it whenever you can find grape flavor) and clothes that coincidentally were in Patriots colors. I mean, it really doesn't get better than that.