What a great day in sports history. Our Pau finally arrived all bundled up in a navy suit, and we've been practicing our Pau, Pow, Popozao dancing skills for his debut, and we won while he watched. Then, the Giants handed the Patriots their #### on a shiny silver platter.
Admittedly this was the boringest SuperBowl ever. The score was the same for what seemed like 3 or 5 hours. I literally took a nap and woke up to the exact same thing on my screen. But then in the last 3 minutes, the game came alive! I don't even care about the Giants (*didn't), but it's kind of amazing that the Patriots are sooooo perfect and couldn't finish it up. Nice way to ice, or not ice the cake, as it were. Watching Belichick almost cry on camera is making me giddy.
Now, I'm moving to New York so I can marry every single person, male, female, animal, that has anything to do with the Giants.
Sports is not me. Or I guess it wasn't me? Recently acquired acquaintances have turned me on to Basketball, and Football somehow followed behind it. Why blog? Why be here? I guess the more I learn about sports, the more hilarious I become to my friends. Hilarious meaning they are tired of hearing about sports in my regular blog. Maybe some day I'll tell you all about the time I found out that there aren't approximately 50 people on a basketball team.
I am closer than you think!