I love football. But I love baseball more. A lot more.
I'm watching the Super Bowl last night and my New England Patriots got spanked big time and it didn't really even bother me. I slept like a baby afterwards.
Now if my Red Sox lose a heartbreaker in the middle of May I'm up tossin' and turnin' all night long.
So to sum up:
Football is a nice little game in the winter.
Baseball is what cures cancer.
Or something. Go Red Sox!
XXOO
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After the game, I went online and bought a new remote control for my television. I posted a photo on my blog of the old one.
My feelings towards sports teams are just the opposite, Steve. If the Sox lose, I'm disappointed but can sleep.
The Patriots losing is like having your girlfriend dump you for your best friend and then hijack a plane and fly them into the World Trade center.
That being said, kudos to the Giants for playing better than the Pats. I HATE Tom Coughlin, everyone with the last name of Manning...but they deserved the win.
What if the Beatles sang about the Patriots losing...no? Too soon?
I couldn't agree more IANO. But I still blame the red hoodie.
Redbeard: Ha! The husband and I said the same thing!
But I don't really care about football either.
During the fourth quarter, I dozed off and woke up when I heard the husband shout. I opened my eyes to see that the Pats were ahead again.
Watched for about two minutes and dozed off again. Then, again woke to hear husband swearing, because the Giants were ahead.
I stayed awake this time, just to make sure husband didn't kick in the TV or anything.
The football cake we had was good though.
Go Sox! (Not that I lose any sleep over them either...)
Dear Joe,
I feel your pain. I have no idea why it didn't bother me like it did back in the 1970s 1980s and 1990s.
Maybe cuz they win all the time lately. And maybe because the Giants aren't a-holes and they just gave the Pats a good old fashioned whoopin'.
But if Eli doesn't avoid that sack...
redbeard, it was indeed the red hoodie. everyone's talking about the hoodie. and if eli fucking manning didn't avoid that sack...who knows. but he did, and they're champions.
now do we have to endure a whole year of eli fucking manning commericials instead of the peyton "i should be playing banjo" manning?
looks like it's a good time to start reading books again and a bad time to stop sniffing glue.
is everyone talking about it? I had no idea, apparently i don't talk to many people.
yeah! it's a riot. all my friends are emailing around right now about the hoodie. great minds.
and you know, i almost forgot what it used to be like as a NE sports fan. the sarcasm, cyncism and frustration has once again bubbled to the surface.
welcome home, joe of old.
Everyone here is talking hockey. If you wanna break from the Giants, you can always relocate to Canuckville! We've got plenty of room to spare.
And poutine!
We don't discuss Hockey in America.
What if the Beatles did sing about this years Super Bowl?
1. I Wanna Be Your Manning
2. I Want To Hold Your Offensive Lineman
3.Mean Mr. Belechick
4.Ignore Rugby
5.Plaxico in the Air with Football
There there.
There there.
-- Lamont "There There" Cranston
P.S. Actually, I'm with IANO on this one, too. I'm barely aware of football, and while I'm happy enough that a home town (well, truthfully, one state over) team won, it's no skin off my nose either way.
But it was a captivating game, unlike many in years past, which is fortunate because the commercials, by and large, mega-sucked. What, there's only so much quality TV* that can be packed into a four-hour space and the game hogged it all?
*I watched the game at a friend's house.
Did I mention I now own a 15-year-old television set, which I have plugged in once since receiving it in August 2007?
The best part of the evening: I now have, in my home, an ENTIRE package of Pepperidge Farm Pretzel Goldfish. Which I brought to the home of the friend who let me watch the Super Bowl on her TV, which has cable so you could actually see the screen.
(She insisted that I take the Goldfish back. She wanted to give me the M&Ms too, but I demurred -- because I would have eaten them on the train ride back and they would have gone straight to my thighs.)
Dear Mr. Hitler,
What d'you mean we don't discuss Hookey in America? Why, back in my school days, I majored in Hookey!
Oh. Hockey. I see. The font momentarily misled me.
Still: What about Air Hockey? Don't we discuss Air Hockey in America? That stuff's dynamite. Fwink fwink fwink SCORE! Fwink fwink fwink SCORE!
Sincerely,
Fwink fwink fwink SCORE!
Steve: I love the battle on the gridiron of Football much better than the "passtime" of Baseball.
Joe D: Still sorry about the girlfriend/hijack/WTC, I thought we'd put that behind us, but I guess you can't let it go....
And Cake, it IS too soon for Beatles songs...but damn it's also good therapy!
Why Don't We Lose It On The Road
Carry That Spygate
Here Comes The Rush
Giselle In The Skybox With Diamonds
Digging A Hole
When I'm 18 and 1
For The Detriment of Mr. Kraft
Hey Horroru,
Did football ever get you some sweet free furniture? No? GO BASEBALL!
I've always liked George Carlin's baseball and football routine:
"In football the object is for the quarterback, also known as the field general, to be on target with his aerial assault, riddling the defense by hitting his receivers with deadly accuracy in spite of the blitz, even if he has to use shotgun. With short bullet passes and long bombs, he marches his troops into enemy territory, balancing this aerial assault with a sustained ground attack that punches holes in the forward wall of the enemy's defensive line.
In baseball the object is to go home! And to be safe! - I hope I'll be safe at home!"
Bacon Ace: How ironic you mention it -- football got me so much free furniture I had to open my own store. Then as a passtime I gave some to Baseball fans.
Mr. Jordan's
Clearly the Giants are the Master Race of football, ja.
..and is it really fair for a normal sized football team to play against GIANTS?
No wonder they lost.
I really gotta hand it to them --they played it cool!
The Giants: That Ol' Fluke Smile...
"I clan gleat glifty gleggs
horroru: "Giselle in the skybox with diamonds" was one of the funniest things I've read in a while...thanks for making me smile on a dark grey day.
"I'm shakin' the bush, Boss....I'm shaking the bush."
I dug: "When I'm 18 and 1"
Why do I suddenly crave eggs?
because you just had 49 of them?
If I finish that last egg, can someone else get that dirt outta the ditch?
Imagine if the Beatles sang about Cool Hand Luke?
(two Beatles themes on one day!!)
1. Digging a Hole (for no particular reason)
2. I Am the Walrus (I am the 50 Eggman)
3. Luke in the Box with a Bucket
4. Back In The B.O.X.
5. Baby You Can Wash My Car
I know that Cool Hand Luke is your favorite movie. I remember you lent it to me and thought it was good, but not my favorite.
Recently, in the past few months, CHL has been played several times on AMC...and I watched it each time. Damn fine movie.
Why's your dirt in my ditch, Newguy Joe?
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