There will be no Mock Draft Monday today, because my brain and my pride are too damaged after the game last night. Instead, I will torment you all with my depression.
I went out and bought a brand new 55’ LG TV on Saturday and was excited to take it for a spin during the Super Bowl. With the new TV purchase, I also had to buy a new TV stand, because my current one did not fit a TV that size and my apartment complex asks that we don’t wall mount anything if we don’t “have” to. After two wonderful hours of sweating and screwing and lifting I was finally done with the stand. The only things left to do were place the 55-inch Demi-god on the stand and hook it up. Everything went smoothly and I even made it in time to watch the UFC fights that night.
When I woke up Sunday Morning, I felt full of life and anticipation. I went into the living room and turned on the TV to make sure the cable was working. I didn’t want to wait and have an issue later in the day, so I figured I would be proactive and get all my ducks in a row. My girlfriend had already started cooking some ribs in the crock pot and was leaving to take Gino (the dog) to his first training class. That left me alone for the day to do whatever I wanted! So, I took the opportunity to play a few games of Madden 10 (PS3) on the new TV and was satisfied after winning four in a row. It was then time to watch a little NBA action when I got a text from my brother that said he was about to be on TV for the Super Bowl coverage on CBS. I switched over and watched for what seemed like forever… FOR-EV-ER (Sandlot ref.) I finally saw him and his wife during the Daughtry “concert” or whatever you want to call it. I saw his wife three times and my brother once. He is a little shorter than his wife and kept getting blocked out of the shot. Yes, he was fortunate to score tickets for the game. He sat in section 138 in the third row. JEALOUS!!!!!!
It was now 4pm and I was getting antsy for the game to start. I didn’t have anything to do between 4 and the start of the game, so I took a shower and did some extra cleaning up around the apartment for the guests coming over. The phone rang at 4:45 and I was informed that our guests were not coming, because of…blah blah blah. I quit listening once they said they weren’t coming.
2) I want some money for all the extra food I bought!
The game FINALLY started after Queen Latifah (???) sang what I think was…I’m still not sure what it was. Why didn’t they get an actual singer to do the song? Did they owe the Queen some sort of favor? Anyway, Colts jump out 10-0 and I’m feeling pretty good, then something bad happened. I think there were two plays that turned the game last night and this was one of them. Pierre Garcon is wide open across the middle, his defender is a good two steps behind, Peyton delivers a perfect ball right into his hands and OOPSY! Garcon dropped what was sure to be a long gain if it did not go for a TD. That would have put the game at 17-0 and the Saints would have really been hurting at that point. I let out a big EXPLETIVE DELETED and a sigh. I think deep down, I knew that play would come back to bite the Colts in the rear. It did.
I’ll skip through the boring play-by-play stuff and The Who (why???) and get to the second big play that turned that game (in my opinion, of course). That play would be the opening play of the second half, the onside kick by the Saints. It completely caught the Colts by surprise, which is what it was designed to do and the Saints recovered. I looked at my girlfriend and said “That’s a smart play there. Dumb if it doesn’t work, but smart since it did.” SIDENOTE: I actually like watching sports with my gf, because she knows enough about each sport to make it enjoyable. She asks questions that are smart and some actually make me think for the correct answer.
After it was all said and done, I was pretty disappointed in the fact that the Colts did not win the Super Bowl. This morning, I am probably a bit more disappointed and I’m spiraling toward depression. All that is playing in my mind right now is Tracey Porter’s pick six. I think I’m going to throw up.
This is the worst case of the Mondays EVER!
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