So, the Super Bowl. Sucked. (I guess it was better than last year but only because last year I had the stomach flu. Incidentally that was the last time I fit into my cute clearance J Crew corduroys.) I saw the first score by each team, and remembered to pay attention to the commercials during the first half. They were lame. I had no desire to watch Tom Petty at halftime. During the third quarter, the game was so ... lame that I started composing this blog entry in my head. After that, I fell asleep. I missed the Giants first touchdown but rallied at first-and-goal for the Patriots with three minutes left. They scored, and then the rest of the game happened.
This was awful. I hate all things Manning. I have hated Payton for as long as I can remember, dating back to his time at Tennessee, and I didn't even know anyone who had ties to the Vols then. That makes it sound like knowing people with ties would make me hate the Vols. This is not true. It's just a note. Anyway, I hate the Mannings with a passion usually reserved for dook. (Which, by the way, Ty Lawson, NICE TIMING. Except not.) So to have to watch Eli Manning win the MVP was disgusting. It made me want to vomit. Not to mention the fact that it would have been cool for a team to go undefeated. I don't much care for the Patriots, but, hello, Eli's team beat Brett's team and that is unforgivable. So it sucked.
That is all.
