So. Football.
May. 15th, 2007 03:02 pmLet's skip for a moment the *real* reason I went to help my mother a couple of weeks ago. I feel the need for some mid-afternoon frippery.
One of the highlights of that trip was discovering Dancing with the Stars. Heaven help me. The other was FOOTBALL. See, my brother (and his wife) and my parents have had a betting pool of sorts going for a good half-dozen years. They each pick two teams (one AFC and one NFC) and follow them through the season; at the end of the season, whoever has the team that ends up doing the best, wins. And the loser must produce some sort of prize. Sometimes cash is at stake. More often, the REAL game is shit-talkin'.
I decided to get in on it this year. My teams are the San Francisco 49ers (for the golden helmets) and the Cleveland Browns (because I like Brady Quinn's shoulders). I'm having a great time "playing dumb" -- which is particularly fun because they're not certain whether I really know what I'm talking about or not. Really, I have no clue. My brother (who has the Chiefs as one of his teams) would call me last season to talk about the game and I'd be like, oh, they played? But the trash-talk should be GREAT. I can totally keep up with that part.
I've already sent mom a little article I saw on Fox Sports today, about how the Redskins are slackin' in mini-camp this year. Das ist schade, I said.
Silly bunny. Also: I have now solved (almost) five "light and easy" Sudoku puzzles.
One of the highlights of that trip was discovering Dancing with the Stars. Heaven help me. The other was FOOTBALL. See, my brother (and his wife) and my parents have had a betting pool of sorts going for a good half-dozen years. They each pick two teams (one AFC and one NFC) and follow them through the season; at the end of the season, whoever has the team that ends up doing the best, wins. And the loser must produce some sort of prize. Sometimes cash is at stake. More often, the REAL game is shit-talkin'.
I decided to get in on it this year. My teams are the San Francisco 49ers (for the golden helmets) and the Cleveland Browns (because I like Brady Quinn's shoulders). I'm having a great time "playing dumb" -- which is particularly fun because they're not certain whether I really know what I'm talking about or not. Really, I have no clue. My brother (who has the Chiefs as one of his teams) would call me last season to talk about the game and I'd be like, oh, they played? But the trash-talk should be GREAT. I can totally keep up with that part.
I've already sent mom a little article I saw on Fox Sports today, about how the Redskins are slackin' in mini-camp this year. Das ist schade, I said.
Silly bunny. Also: I have now solved (almost) five "light and easy" Sudoku puzzles.
Hey stranga!!
Date: 2007-05-16 10:44 am (UTC)But I do have some news.
You are SO going to this....http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=179798582
If you can't figure out what it is....mail me. But you are going.
Cuz to be honest...in highschool you were kept on a bit of a short leash no? Or maybe my leash was just extremely long. And I have this huge fear that the majority of those people who are attending and were a blast back then have all settled into quiet normal and conservative lives.
I'm very afraid that the most scandelous event to have '...Stay in Vegas'...will be one of the wives getting too drunk and doing a fully clothed and awkward and entirely unsexy table dance - the grande finale of which would arguably be the single bra strap slid down a shoulder - or the ensuing fight started by the husband.
I'll vote for the latter -
So. yes? no? yes? yes?
no?
Re: Hey stranga!!
Date: 2007-05-16 04:22 pm (UTC)Still. You want me to join MySpace? That hurts.
C'mon, Alex. I'll have to wrap that short leash around your...um, well, it'll hurt.