I've had ESPN on for the past few weeks because of my Broncos. Yes, I know they're going to lose. But of all the bozos on ESPN (I'm looking at you Stephen A. Smith) - by far, the funniest is Bomani Jones. All the other hosts/sportscasters/wannabe celebrities TRY to be funny, but they don't hold a candle to Bomani.
I'm genuinely delighted for the game. Sometimes, there's a team I like that I want to win, (or root for, LOL, Falcons), but usually it's just, "well, I hate that other team." But, this year, I like both teams, I like both QB's. As a casual fan, I feel like I walk away satisfied no matter who wins. I think it'll be low-scoring at halftime, and the Broncos D will be tough. But, then, one team is going to do something big, like a special teams TD or pick 6, the other team will answer, and there will be a flurry of TD's in the last 3 minutes of the game. Prediction: 31-27, Panthers. Also, women. Amirite? Spoiler: NSFW
I am on a journey of personal discovery to find my favorite buffalo chicken pizza in Philly. I am going down the list of pizza places on GrubHub. So far, I have had 5 pizzas and have yet to find one that is perfect for me. This is what is going on in my life as a inner city high school teacher.
Ugh. Buying clothes online in the wrong size. I feel like an idiot. Even better: final sale. It happened by pure chance that I have Monday off. I think that means I need to indulge in queso and booze at the SB party. Woot woot!
The aftermath of overindulgence in queso and booze has to be terrible though, beyond bloating of course.
Booze and queso. Sounds like a hell of a mix. I feel sorry for the guys that book a fondue restaurant on Valentines day for a couple of reasons. First being they usually suck, and secondly alcohol and cheese is not sexy. For me Valentines dinner is overrated, the morning of the 15th, making her breakfast I think is far better
In other news, it's official... I've been adopted by a 1.5-2 year old orange and white cat. He's a little fucking crazy, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've given "lost cat" posters a week to hit, and nothing's come of it, so next week I take him to the vet and get him chipped and looked over. He's a fun little fucker.
I just spent the past 3 hours going through a shit ton of 50-60's baseball cards that I received in the mail this week. It's like being 11 years old again, but nostalgia is pricey. Very, very pricey. But....as I've probably mentioned before, the market for cards is down right now, so it's all relative and my old cards are outperforming my 401K by a huge margin. One little subset I've been putting together is World Series cards. In 1960 Topps started making a card for every World Series game for the previous year, plus one showing the winner's celebration. Like so: I decided to put together a set of World Series cards from 1960 through 1975 (As a kid I bought packs through '75, thus the cut off year.) This set is not PSA graded because I don't want to have $5K into it, but I'm very picky about the cards. Every single one is hand picked for centering, surface, and corners. I'm almost done, I need to finish off 1961 and 1962. And in non-baseball card news, I mentioned yesterday that I started a Twitter account as an experiment for shits and giggles. The Zipper Witch now has 26 followers without me really doing a damned thing. In fact, the fucking account got a couple high profile accounts to follow it....accounts that blew my actual account off. Then again, The Zipper Witch is a more appealing name then toytoy even if it's a Zipper Witch with a stock photo of someone's tit's I found on google.
It's all fun and games until you figure out the little fucker is a vampire cat who gets all sorts of pissed off when you leave the blinds up. He's probably plotting your death right now. Especially after you mentioned de-nutting him. I'd be planning on killing you too.
It keeps you young. It's like Cato to Inspector Clouseau... keeps you on your toes knowing he's always out to get you. Besides, I live alone, and if I croak, I want the fucker to eat me before the neighbours figure it out.
And speaking of Peter Sellers, I'm watching The Party for the first time in a long time, and it's amazing how fucking timeless that movie is. One of the best comedies ever. "Birdie Num Nums"