How Did I Get Here?

Quote of the Day: “Three o’clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.”

Today I did what all red-blooded males on such an occasion would do:

I went to my brother-in-law’s house, sat on my ass for something like 7 hours, watched football, ate sub sandwiches and pizza, and drank a beer.

A few notes about this wasteful, glutinous existence:

– Scott has a high definition big screen TV

- We watched both playoff games

- I ate a foot long sub (6 inches of turkey, 6 inches of ghetto Cold Cut Trio)

- I actually skipped on the pizza after the sub gut-bombing

- I had a total of one beer because I’m just not a real man, I guess

More notes about this wasteful, glutinous existence:

- Watching pro football in high def, while cool, can show you some things you don’t really want to see. Sweat is not a pretty thing especially when you can actually see the pores it’s coming out of.

- I could give two shits about the Colts and the … whatever the other team was. But I wanted the Vikings to win only because I like Favre and wanted to see him against Manning in the Big Game.

- I am going on record by saying I think Favre will come back next year because I don’t think he can leave it as his last professional play as a quarterback resulting in an interception to lose out on going to the Super Bowl.

- There was like 11 things that, if any ONE of them would have gone the other way, the Vikings would have won.

- I did not share in the whole Saints celebration, first Super Bowl, place still devastated by Katrina, blah blah blah … just white noise to me. It’s not that I don’t care…OK, maybe it is. Things are tough all over, people. And I especially don’t get into the whole French Cajun culture thing. I find it annoying, although I have had some pretty cool supporters of me and my blog, who I figure I will hear from but don’t be too harsh on me. You can hate the coffee-swilling, earth-hugging, Birkenstock-wearing techno-geek grunge scene of Seattle, I will not be offended.

- Scott bought the subs and I had not had a Cold Cut Trio for a long time. I used to buy them when I was strapped for cash but once I realized they contained the lower-end meat my mom used to buy (I’m looking at you, bologna!) when I was a kid and we were broke, I dubbed them “ghetto” and snobbingly ordered the Subway Club exclusively from then on out.

My son, Alex, joined us after the first game and we all hung out at Scott’s house until the evening. It was a great time with Scott and Alex.

It looks like the Colts are playing the Saints in this year’s Super Bowl. As much as I wanted to see Favre play, I guess it is only right that these two should square off against each other since they both went undefeated for most of the season.

And OK, I guess I can give a little love to the Saints. I remember when I was a kid and living in Denver with my mom and my brother when the Broncos made their first appearance at the Big Table. Although they lost to the Cowboys, I will always remember the “Orange Crush” insanity of the city, even though I was really young.

So, OK, OK, OK, congratulations Saints.

I hope Manning hands you your Cajun asses.

Free Advice for Today: “Carry a small Swiss Army knife on your key chain.”