Patriots Win Superbowl XXXVIII

I just finished watching one pretty damn incredible football game. I should note that I tend to be a nervous wreck while watching close football games. My wife should be given a trophy for putting up with me. The next door neighbor, on the other hand, needs to calm the fuck down. He was banging on the wall again after one of my more boisterous celebrations. It’s an amazing feeling, though. I’m not going to pay attention to that guy. I’m going to pay attention to the fact that the Pats have won the Superbowl for the second time in three years. That’s what I’m going to pay attention to.

One word on the hype, though, before I go on. They should never leave two weeks between the championship games and the Superbowl. They shouldn’t do four hours of pregame. I was so sick of all the bullshit analysis by kickoff… I can’t even describe it.

Anyway, I spent most of my day sitting in front of the tube. The portions of the day not spent in front of the television were spent in the grocery store at 7 AM, when that place was still civilized. They were spent trying to get some reading done, and falling asleep in the process. I also drove down to a local pizza joint for a half pepporoni and onion, half mushroom and onion. That was about it.

They won, man. How awesome is that? I mean, they played against one of the most amazing football teams I’ve seen them play against and they still came out on top. It was great. It’ll be really easy to get up tomorrow morning, despite the fact that I have to start a new story that I have no ideas for, and it’ll be easy to head in to work. I can’t explain why that is, but I just really wanted them to win. And they won.

They won.