Reflections on Super Bowl Sunday
So I just woke up. I had originally posted what I now realize is about 10 lines of complete incoherence (is this a word?) but decided you all deserved better than that, so here I am, up at the crack of dawn.
How early are we talking? It's 7:30 a.m. on the west coast, so yes, most of you have been up for hours. To an unemployed, unshaven, sweatpant-wearing blogger like me though, the world hasn't opened this early in some time.
Last night we had what was maybe the most fun Super Bowl I've ever had. Just a really good party.
After an amazing game of touch football in which I was removed from my normal position, quarterback (please note: If I was 6'4, 220 I would have been playing on Super Bowl Sunday. This is basically my only qualm with my father. That and he reads too much. Still, love you, Dad) because the big fella didnt want to go Aaron Boone on us. Still came down with 2 td's and about nine spills in the San Francisco mud.
The game was a ton of fun, and I had an excuse to break out my Marc Boerigter jersey for the first time in the state of California.
The weather was 70 and perfect. After the game we returned home where one of big Maciej's girlfriends had basically prepared a 90 course meal.
As the game rolled by about 35 of nearest and dearest showed up for what was perhaps the most boring Super Bowl of all time.
Luckily for me, I basically drunk pounded the pants off the Steelers when I woke up Sunday morning. And after Seattle's botched final drive, in which a touchdown would have resulted in a meaningless 2 pt conversion that could have taken me to backdoor cover hell, I was a ton richer, and perhaps even in rent money for the sunny month of February.
Please note: Placing unnecessary wagers within the first 2 hours after waking up from a heavy night of drinking is probably the stupidest thing you do. Luckily for young Sip, it worked out this time.
So Danny D was in town. Kid is a pro and in fact, I think he pulled the unthinkable, bringing a coed back to my house after a post-Super Bowl trip to the local tavern and taking her down on my living room couch.
This couch, for those who know me, kind of reminds me of the 6-day-old buffalo wings and flat cherry coke that used to pertrude my refrigerator circa 1995.
We ran a succesful box pool.
Of course, the two big winners, Mike and Mike, are succesful I-bankers/Adidas spokemen and will take their minor fortunes straight to the shitter.
Either way, the party was just a ton of fun and I consider myself a pretty happy Sip. In fact, the only party I've seen better since Ive been out here was Bodhi''s beach party that culminated in a night of surfing in which Johnny Utah, played by Y2k hall of famer Keanu Reeves, truly cements his place in the group.
So today used to be my least favorite day of the year.
On the east coast, it would be 30 degrees, stale and dull and there would be 6 weeks until pitchers and catchers report. I considered the day after the Super Bowl to be the start of a lull period in sports when all I had was basketball, my #3, and yearned for Opening Day.
Instead, now I have Golden St. Warriors basketball to root for, the best Big East since AI, and Felipe Lopez, a top 5 recruiting class for Georgia and 70 degree sunshine to keep me smiling.
Life ain't so bad these days. I'm starting to really like it out here.
Today I'm supposed to have my road test. I'm thinking of pushing it back because I don't want to be the first person in the history of license getting to earn a DUI at his road test.
Either way, I'll let you guys know tommorow.
That's all for now.
VCD,
SM
How early are we talking? It's 7:30 a.m. on the west coast, so yes, most of you have been up for hours. To an unemployed, unshaven, sweatpant-wearing blogger like me though, the world hasn't opened this early in some time.
Last night we had what was maybe the most fun Super Bowl I've ever had. Just a really good party.
After an amazing game of touch football in which I was removed from my normal position, quarterback (please note: If I was 6'4, 220 I would have been playing on Super Bowl Sunday. This is basically my only qualm with my father. That and he reads too much. Still, love you, Dad) because the big fella didnt want to go Aaron Boone on us. Still came down with 2 td's and about nine spills in the San Francisco mud.
The game was a ton of fun, and I had an excuse to break out my Marc Boerigter jersey for the first time in the state of California.
The weather was 70 and perfect. After the game we returned home where one of big Maciej's girlfriends had basically prepared a 90 course meal.
As the game rolled by about 35 of nearest and dearest showed up for what was perhaps the most boring Super Bowl of all time.
Luckily for me, I basically drunk pounded the pants off the Steelers when I woke up Sunday morning. And after Seattle's botched final drive, in which a touchdown would have resulted in a meaningless 2 pt conversion that could have taken me to backdoor cover hell, I was a ton richer, and perhaps even in rent money for the sunny month of February.
Please note: Placing unnecessary wagers within the first 2 hours after waking up from a heavy night of drinking is probably the stupidest thing you do. Luckily for young Sip, it worked out this time.
So Danny D was in town. Kid is a pro and in fact, I think he pulled the unthinkable, bringing a coed back to my house after a post-Super Bowl trip to the local tavern and taking her down on my living room couch.
This couch, for those who know me, kind of reminds me of the 6-day-old buffalo wings and flat cherry coke that used to pertrude my refrigerator circa 1995.
We ran a succesful box pool.
Of course, the two big winners, Mike and Mike, are succesful I-bankers/Adidas spokemen and will take their minor fortunes straight to the shitter.
Either way, the party was just a ton of fun and I consider myself a pretty happy Sip. In fact, the only party I've seen better since Ive been out here was Bodhi''s beach party that culminated in a night of surfing in which Johnny Utah, played by Y2k hall of famer Keanu Reeves, truly cements his place in the group.
So today used to be my least favorite day of the year.
On the east coast, it would be 30 degrees, stale and dull and there would be 6 weeks until pitchers and catchers report. I considered the day after the Super Bowl to be the start of a lull period in sports when all I had was basketball, my #3, and yearned for Opening Day.
Instead, now I have Golden St. Warriors basketball to root for, the best Big East since AI, and Felipe Lopez, a top 5 recruiting class for Georgia and 70 degree sunshine to keep me smiling.
Life ain't so bad these days. I'm starting to really like it out here.
Today I'm supposed to have my road test. I'm thinking of pushing it back because I don't want to be the first person in the history of license getting to earn a DUI at his road test.
Either way, I'll let you guys know tommorow.
That's all for now.
VCD,
SM
posted by Sippy Momo at 11:43 PM
1 Comments:
sip,
as great as it is to read about your love of 24, make-believe encounters with celebrities, and your keanu reaves obsession maybe it's time to get a job. what do ya think?
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