PERFECTION
There is supposed to be a picture of Tom Brady here, but I can't quite negotiate the laptop I am on here in my undisclosed location.
Sean McDonough on NESN used to say when he interviewed sports stars, "we're running out of superlatives." That's the challenge when it comes to describing Tommy Boy. Is there any mountain he isn't king of? I'm certainly in thrall.
I do think I could beat him in table hockey, though. I am awesome at that. If he's interested in a little match, it could be arranged, know what I'm saying? Giselle could come along too and hopefully the water would work and she could stay upstairs and flush all she wanted.
Notes from the game:
It was fun to see the official imitating Randy Moss's dance. It's too bad there can't be penalties on the refs. YOU'RE OUTTA HERE, BUDDY. THAT WAS THE WORST MOVE EVER SEEN.
I usually dislike Bryant Gumbel, but last night I kind of felt sorry for him. He gets the Most Times Using the Phrase "With That" In a Sports Broadcast prize for sure.
I don't see a lot of television, but is it pretty much all sex ads now? Viagra, Levitra, etc? I like the one where the guy is in the swimming pool with the woman.
OH BABY TAKE A LOOK AT THAT!! NO, NO, UNDERWATER!!!!
OH YES, DARLING, THAT'S VERY NICE. DO I STILL HAVE TO HANG HERE ON THE DIVING BOARD? IT'S BOTHERING MY SINUSES. THAT WASN'T YOUR PRESCRIPTION VIAL, WAS IT, ON THE EDGE OF THE POOL? OH SHIT!! OH HONEY!!!
They never show the guy with some babe he picked up at the muscle car rally.
The sex ads seem to be tempered with painkilling ads, which I guess makes sense.I HOPE YOU DON'T THINK THAT ALEVE CRAP IS GOING TO TAKE CARE OF THIS CHLORINE HEADACHE. GEESH, I'M GOING IN THE HOUSE TO WATCH LIFETIME.
Most football coaches look mentally disturbed, but some more than others. Bill Belichick looks moderately anxious at all times, but not desperate like Tom Coughlin or truly psychotic like Mike Shanahan. Can you imagine trying to tell Bill B a joke? See, Bill, the guy is from Nantucket, get it? They say Belichick is good friends with Jon Bon Jovi, which I can't picture. Hey Jon, want to watch the Saints/Bears 97 fourth quarter again? We can open a new bag of Cheet-O's if you want.
ONE LAST BLOOPER on this Sunday as I remember Father Groff long ago stepping down from the altar after Mass and announcing: "And now an act in preparation for profane language." Father Groff became my idol on that day. ON YOUR MARK, GET SET, GODDAMN, SONOFAB, MOFO, etc.
Gots to get gone, dear reader. I'm preparing my Year in Review, though I may have to wait until I get home.
I notice central Mass. is scheduled to get ten inches of snow tomorrow. Good grief.
A bientot
love,
becky
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