So Patsy won himself a Superbowl ring. A grudging congratulations to my Colts-loving friends. Ain’t it a great feeling?
Of course, anybody—especially anybody who saw the NFC conference championship game—who thought Chicago might win was maybe slightly delusional. Not that the Bears aren’t a good team. The Chicago Bears are a great team actually. They just, for some inexplicable reason have a quarterback with zero passing ability and zero leadership ability. (I’ll just leave the fumbled snaps where they lie).
Note to Lovie: Your quarterback is not supposed to be merely the middle man between your center and your running backs.
I’ll admit, there’s a small part of me who likes seeing a quarterback who maybe kinda deserves a ring actually get a ring. But it’s a small part. Mostly I hope Patsy tries to wear it as a tiara and it gets stuck on his pencil neck.
Best commercial: Rock, Paper, Scissors over the last Bud Light.
Worst commericals: Those Sierra Mist Free ones or whatever the hell that guy from “Ed” was hawking badly.
I’d give you the husband’s opinions, but…he doesn’t have one. He slept through almost everything. (Although, from experience I can tell you that won’t keep him from having an opinion.) After an almost 70+ hour work week in frigid temps doing rough-ins in new construction homes (translation: houses that don’t have heat yet) and coming home beat, cold and cranky every night, does my husband see Sunday as an opportunity to sleep in. Rest his weary bones? Laze around and recharge his batteries in the warm house? No.
So he came home from his day off even more sore, more cold and…well, I don’t know if he was cranky because he was snoring in his chair almost immediately.
So…football’s over, and I’m bummed. Yeah, racing (Formula 1, not the ‘Go Fast, Turn Left’ circuit) and baseball are coming, but I’m a football girl.
Hey, wasn’t some guy supposed to propose during the Superbowl? He got a sponsor to pay for the ad or something. Was that the Superbowl? Did it happen? If it did, did she shoot him down in front of millions of his close, personal friends?