The Scene: Our Living Room. The Monday Night Football game is playing on TV and our heroine, felled by sleep deprivation and overloaded by work is doing her best slug impression while the football game wafts over her.
Suddenly, the New England Patriots, who had been losing by two scores to the lowly Buffalo Bills, begin an incredible comeback. Propelled by a textbook touchdown drive, the Patriots force a fumble and the game, suddenly, appears to be within reach.
Hope: [Unintelligible screaming]
Kristian: What the hell is going on in here?
Hope: [More unintelligible screaming]
Kristian: I thought that you were feeling sick.
Hope: I am, but this is an amazing football game. Watch how they force this fumble.
ESPN replays the previous play slowly, quickly, backwards, forwards and from every single possible angle.
Kristian: This is boring, I’m leaving.
And that, dear readers, is how I was (momentarily) healed by the power and the magic that is Tom Brady. He can turn water into wine, heal the infirm, impregnate a woman just by looking at her funny and pull of football magic in the form of a 2:06 minute comeback.
Also, it’s now become quite clear that Kristian just doesn’t get football.
Oh well, more room on the couch for me.
I hear his tears could cure cancer, but he never cries.
So true. So true.
Brady Schmady.
Go Eagles!
That game was AWESOME.
Much better than yesterday’s…
Yesterday’s game sucked so hard, I think it set a new record for suckage. It sucked so hard, Hoover was jealous.