Monday, 21 January 2013


Yup, I had to google that word for spelling.  But I had to get it right.  Because it's a very special day.  It's the day after a Patriots loss.  And those are good days.  Even Monday can't bring me down from this shameful joy.  Watching the infallible golden boy throw two picks, seeing that smug little gremlin eat a whuppin on the side line, having every one of those "experts" that took a Patriot win as a given try and back peddle on their rock solid prediction, all of that is just so rewarding.

Believe me, I'm not a Ravens fan.  And I dread the next two weeks of super bowl hype.  I will be absolutely sick of hearing about The Super Weapon (Colin Kaepernick), and the epicness of a Harbaugh Brother Bowl, and the touching tributes to a grid iron warrior's final game (Ray Lewis).  My brain cramps just thinking about it.  But then I think about last night's game.  And I giggle.

Bring on the Super Bowl!


  1. That's just mean Tyson. Poor Brady.

    1. Ah, yes, poor Tom Brady. Probably cried himself to sleep last night on his big bed of money.