Omigosh! This is the cutest commercial ever! Drew Brees is a great quarterback but I’m sure his greatest claim to fame is being a dad to his darling little boy, who might I add is so friggin’ adorable.
Also, everytime I see babies, I really want one. I’ve decided upon names: if I have a girl, Sophie or Sophia and a boy, Joseph Roland so I can call him JR lol. Eh, I grew up on Dallas…
I am in love with Football Cops! This needs to be a real show! :D
I cheer proudly for the Indianapolis Colts but my expression as week eight passes in the NFL while the Colts have yet to break their 0-8 losing streak is literally Manning Face when I read back stats and watch the news. *sigh* -___-
Superbowl Sunday is upon us and if you’re like me, the stakes are not too high tonight seeing as my team didn’t make it into the Superbowl this year but nevertheless, I still wear my Indianapolis Colts jersey with dignity and fragrance of chicken wings. Apparently the BBQ smell is hard to come out of clothes – who’d have thought?
Now, you might just enjoy football and all that it encompasses like me and enjoy watching some solid gridiron action or you might not. A few of my friends don’t understand the sport and at times find it nothing short of “boring”. Most times when I hear them utter such words, it’s almost blasphemy to me. Sports are sports; they’re meant to define and challenge organized competitions, embrace human contact and come together for a common goal with a tremendous heart. There is a beauty within any game in any sport and football has this sort of, “je ne sais quoi” regarding its attraction. However, not everyone needs to watch the Superbowl to see or understand football for more than its face value. Perhaps you’d prefer the more handsome, refined action from the green field with a heart-warming plot and a few laughs?
Instead of watching the Green Bay Packers fight it out with the Pittsburgh Steelers, tonight you might want to sit back and relax and watch a good old American film while still being in some sort of football mode.
I’m still a bit numb. I can’t hear the cheers anymore. Where have all the Colts fans gone? I’m still in my Manning jersey and sure, it’s been a few days since Saturday’s travesty but I couldn’t stand to part with it. I’m so accustomed now to my tiny corner where I rock back and forth in my room with the box of Kleenex.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m happy for the Jets and their “victory”…no, what I am saying? I’m not happy. Period. No. One point? Really? Such a shame. I must accept the fact that I am not happy with the results from this past weekend’s NFL Wildcard game — that also goes for the Saints. They should have marched in, damnit! Marched in! *shakes fist* But, alas, life isn’t what we dream it should be. I have learned the hard way.
This past Sunday’s game of the Colts versus the Tennessee Titans at the famed Indianapolis Lucas Oil Stadium was by far one of the most nail-biting games of the whole season. I can bet it had every Colts fan at the edge of their seat. With a tie in every quarter, it was one of those days when you come in with a full head of hair and eventually leave with the George Costanza look.
I, for one was freaking out. I sat in my Manning jersey, screaming at the TV but realizing it wasn’t as bad as when the Oakland Raiders scored against the Colts in the previous week during the first twelve seconds from kickoff. That was embarassing and shocking. I threw a hissy fit! You knew at that instant that Coach Caldwell would be peeved and the locker room would be an intense place to be. Probably even far more intense than the moment of when Bambi discovered his mother became deer jerky. It was just one of those moments where you knew things would have to be better.
