Super Bowl Face-off
Well, what do you know, the Saints did it! And I equated the Saints’ chances with those of the Pirates challenging for the NL Central this year. Boy, was I wrong. (Me, and most of America!) That’s why I don’t bet on sports… only on cards, horses, and dice. But, since Drew Brees saw his shadow fall on the Super Bowl trophy, does that mean six months of winning baseball for the Pirates this year?
Oh well, the Super Bowl made my Sunday night extremely enjoyable. I even put up with Queen Latifa’s uncomfortably bad rendition of America the Beautiful, all those terrible commercials, and two crotchety old farts who stormed the field at halftime screeching and playing fake windmill-guitar.
In the end, however, two faces made it all worth while. One was all pouty and disappointed. The other was full of love and wonderment–and cherishing the moment of a lifetime with his son.
The pouty disappointment
The wonderment of a moment cherished forever
Maybe it’s because I’m a chick, but it always makes me sad to see the losing QB. I mean, hell, I know there’s always going to be a winner and a loser, but big guys all pouty…just tugs at the heart strings.
I’m such a chick.
So is Peyton Manning. (Ha!! Boom goes the dynamite!!)