The game is over, the team I was rooting for lost, and I didn’t get to beat my wife. I don’t actually have a wife, and I don’t know if I’m supposed to really beat her, but there was some statistic that my friend’s wife saw and she was telling us it was her day to get beat. Not so funny if it’s really happening, but it was interesting when she mentioned it.
I was rooting for the Eagles. I was also rooting against the Patriots. I think my time in New England was not my favorite experience, and I’d be happy if that part of the country just went back to being the insular losers they deserve to be.
I root for the Eagles because of the quarterback, Donovan McNabb. He’s a great quarterback, and also the one that Rush F*cking Limbaugh said was “overrated” because
what we have here is a little social concern in the NFL. The media has been very desirous that a black quarterback can do well. So I wanted to see the Eagles win, and I wanted someone to shove a replica of the Lombardi trophy up Rush F*cking Limbaugh’s big pompous ass. But that didn’t happen.
What I did get was an interesting football game and a few interesting ads.
I’ve also been admonished for not posting over the weekend. Well, that’s mainly because I don’t do that much and couldn’t think of anything to write about. Really. “Today I helped my friend set up his wireless network and then I came home to watch reruns while doing the crossword puzzle.” How interesting is that?
Actually, I’ve seen people with livejournal blogs where they post several times a day and it’s just short postings like, “I’m so depressed…” Oh, what a joy that is to read! What skill it must take to write such effective prose! And while I really don’t know the reason I’m writing on this blog, I think it has something to do with practicing my dangling participles.